Dee
Guest Poet
There’s a duality inside me.
Torn amongst a triangle of envy.
Each stalking the last.
Each acting as a wrecking crew.
Unveiling insecurities, the others hide.
Callously picking at open wounds.
There’s no security.
I’m bare and unprotected.
I looked at you for comfort.
I’ve kept my mouth shut since.
I was your exquisite trophy to show off.
I allowed it because I was wrapped around your finger.
“You don’t see those mix that often”
“Huh usually those two are super racist, that’s weird”
“You’re a mutt”
Too yellow to be brown,
Too brown to be white,
Too white to be yellow.
So tell me why I should care for you.
