Make You Pure
If blonde hair makes you innocent…

If blonde hair makes you innocent
And white skin makes you pure
What are we to say of my black skin
Guilty on every shore?
Did the creator curse us on this land or curse the land with us?
Our boys are made men, and our girls women long before they understand.
Raised in suspicion, trained by traditions
Crafted to bruise their conscience and eliminate the inner man.
If blonde hair can make you innocent
And white skin can make you pure
Do my kinks and coils betray me
Even before I’ve opened the door?
Does my melanin expose my proximity to hell
As the burning coals of judgement char me whole?
Or is this skin simply a curse, the cross I carry
A personal hell on earth
Maybe death and shame are simply my middle name
I don’t know
Or maybe God isn’t to blame
My skin may not be a curse from which there is no cure
And blonde hair may not make you innocent
Nor white skin make you pure
Who cares?
My kinks and coils still betray me even before I’ve opened the door
