The Eye of the Beholder

An Inverse Poem

By Christy MunsonPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read

Hate is inevitable

So don’t tell me that

I am the same as you

Because your skin and mine are different

You hate me for not being you

And I hate that

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder

So, trust me when I say I know you think

That my skin is the wrong skin

And nothing you can tell me will make me accept

My skin is perfect

Because no matter what

Black is second class

And you cannot tell me that

Black is beautiful

Because I see something else

Is Black my cross to bear?

* This poem is an inverse poem. Please now read each line in reverse order, from the last line to the first.

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