A HOMMAGE TO WHAT WAS ON THE OUTSIDE
She had what people called
Olive skin
Not just from where the sun
Had licked
A child once asked her mom
If she was a white baby
Or a colored baby
It darkened with summer
And stayed throughout
The winter sun
In Mexico and Italy
The inhabitants thought
She was a native
There were compliments
When she was a young woman
In time
Chemicals would dull
And spot it.
2 thoughts on "A HOMMAGE TO WHAT WAS ON THE OUTSIDE"
Leave a Reply
You must be logged in to post a comment.
harrowing last lines
I love the turn at the end. Good poem!