I am a chameleon
Didn’t you know
Switch my color when I got something to say
Eyes large to observe the secrets
you do not wish to convey
I change my hue to adapt and survive
Because I know I must conform
Like a worker bee to a queen in a hive
Can’t you hear the swarm??
Skin white for compliance, prim vernacular
Disgust for every shade of black
I look like the people who take credit for a country built off
my
ancestors back
If you are not a chameleon you simply will not understand
Skin blue emotion too raw
I
do
not
need a bandage
This tint is rare because we all know they like to take advantage
Skin red for flaming rage
like my predecessors before me
Like the feeling of blazing sand on toes connected to our body-filled sea
hot to the touch
Fifth degree burns
Bubbling blisters
Do not tell me the heat is
too
much.
Extract entirely every drop of pigmentation
To paint the feelings they lack with imagination
I must be lyin’
Don’t listen this poem’s a dud
But
If I’m not allowed to cry over spilled milk
Can I cry over spilled blood?
If you are not a chameleon you simply will not understand
If you
are not
A
Chameleon
you simply will
not understand