I look different to them
You see it in my thighs
But I’m white
Only my thoughts
Are black
And my heart
Is black
When I’m left alone
In the dark
And my space attacks
My mind to see
The truth in the culture
And my loss
In submissive lies.
I take my passive aggression
And I bite your session
Into a lesson
On my black confession.
– Kelsey Wit Some Jo
