Pearly, Ivory, Milky, are successful.
— but what happens when a brown-skinned woman holds great intelligence,
her voice not heard…
and if she has a cure for cancer,
it will never be cured.
how can we carry confidence when our very thoughts are stomped upon,
before they leave our minds,
before they dance off our tongues,
why should we speak,
when criticism strives in those who believe themselves to be superior.
how do we start a fire,
with raindrops falling left right centre.
they do not fall from the heavens.
who granted them this confidence?
— and not us.
a portrait painted over our eyes,
images of what society favours.
showing us where we belong,
on a scale of power to weak,
— white, to anything but.
and it’s a shame,
we are given a box of crayons,
but none are used:
Bronze, Chestnut, Cocoa, Olive.
they marginalize colours, and place white in the centre.
white is ugly on its own,
But beautiful amongst a rainbow.
They are not superior,
They are only successful because of a mindset like a cage,
that they placed around our world.
We are not just skin.
We are ideas.
Laila N, Mackenzie ‘19