Natasha Parker

Able No More

Underneath my golden black skin

There’s a heart, a theory, a mind

There’s feelings of hatred and evil

There’s feelings of warmth and a smile

But yet, they continue to judge me

Not knowing my colors or shapes

Not knowing my shortcuts through pastures

Not knowing the paths I will take

I could dread the words of such cruelty

And destine myself through a change

But what thoughts would I be suggesting

To undergo myself such the pain

Creating my identity to a new one

Humanlike and selfishness galore

Why wish to be something imperfect

Just to wish and be able no more

To die in the hands or a cruel one

To be slaved through the eyes and the ears

To rot for the fetish of others

Though knowledge you’ve gain through much years

I refuse to be one of the others

Setting trends and have followers fall through

Setting goals of untouchable futures

To have so many struggle for you

To climb heights of unreasonable measures

Of measures I don’t have knowledge to count

I would die for my soul such the glory

To be happy if nothing more else

Let them continue to feed forth their stories

Of their judgments of who versus who

I’ll continue to stay pure and beautiful

I’ll continue to pray over you

The posture and courage of laughter

To be truthful and happy galore

To wish to be something more noble

I am able but able no more