Saturday, April 27, 2013

Poem of the Day #26


I have no tattoos on my body.
Am I truly naked?
Kids talk of their next mark of ink
to remember someone or something.
My body is blank of needles.

I sometimes wish I had skin of color.
I came here from the north
white as snow.
Now the sun has marked me.

I wish I could dye myself a new color
each day
around the color wheel.

White privilege cannot be erased
I stand in solidarity
with color.

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