I see that word hovering at the edge of your sentence,
Cautious. Hesitant. Avoiding my gaze.
The label you need to fit me into your catalogue of friends,
Yet, as I look at you now you don’t seem transparent,
The red in your embarrassed cheeks.
The hazel in your averted eyes.
The only things colourless here are your half-bitten fingernails.
I see that word trembling on the tip of your tongue,
Curious. Reluctant. Uneasiness growing.
The label that makes perfect sense to you,
Yet, as I look at you now you don’t seem double whatever I am
Two legs that
keep me walking proud.
Two eyes that
stare back at your darting pupils.
The only things half here are your half-witted questions.
I do not have a category where I place my friends,
Just a loving jumble of good times and loose ends.
You’re missing your 20/20 vision
Now from this position
You see with true precision
The people you meet
The things you behold
No longer blinded by sight
You’ve got to see with your soul
It’s like eating a fruit
You throw the peel to the floor
Drink the sweet juice
And spit the seeds out the door
People running their mouths
People playing their games
You see the truth now- we are all the same
Now this sweet juice that I spoke of
Just a moment before
Tastes like the loving-kindness
That came bursting through your door
The moment that you shut those eyes of yours
To what we’ve been directing towards
All our brothers and sisters
In this place called earth
closing your eyes
Was just like a rebirth
Like a renaissance
Of those times before
When you were the little kid
With the friend next door
All I wanted was for you
To come over and play
It didn’t matter that your skin
Was of a different shade
Now almost 20,
Outside our bubble of limits
Not wanting to listen to bubble’s language
In fits of laughter,
You place your hand on my leg
“Wow” you say
“Your leg … is so smooth… what… what is it?”
I thought about playing along
Answering with “It’s because of the melanin magic”
Or “kissed by the sun”
But the carefree in me decided against it
I rolled my eyes and turned to you.
“Coconut oil” I replied.
Student Journalist, Creative Writer, Poet, Traveller, Eco Warrior