CrAcK

Why? why does it happen each time,
Is it because you think i'm black?
You raise your hands and then i know,
It's time...then, crack!!

And so lifted is that dreaded hateful thing,
You say you use to beat into me what I lack,
You beat and speak in words that are slurred,
Then a double lash...thwack crack!!!

And so you think that I'm so treacherous,
But the scars that decorate my back,
Represent, I know, the black within you,
Represents your mirror in which lie cracks,

My heart, soul, being and skin,
And so you think that i'm so black,
But the darkness which you conceive i possess,
Comes from the shards if the mirror you cracked,

And so the tears fall, cold and slow,
I bask in my pain for it's a fact,
That I'm starved for love, my heart's in tow,
Emotionally bruised and battered and badly cracked,

Why? i know why it happens each time,
Your hatred, rage, your soul so black,
I raise my hands and surrender,
To the white powder which calls my name.
Crack.