White is for her
The golden child
Little sister
Winner of prizes
And hearts
Successful
Beautiful
And blonde
She wears it
Boldly
Unapologetically
Entitled
Like it’s a birth right
A shade reserved for the chosen ones.
The privileged
And tanned
In Designer attire
Lovingly constructed from the finest cotton
Pure as snow
She smiles
At the world
At life
In white
Black is for me
The lost sheep
The other one
Collector of fails
And trouble
Damaged
Plain
And brunette
I wear it
Naturally
With remorse
Like a suit of armour
A shade delegated to the damaged ones.
The defective
And pale
In bargain basics
Mass produced human misery
Dark as Midnight oil
I hide
From the world
From life
In black
About the Creator
Jania Williams
I have always found verbal communication challenging, so I write.
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