If i woke up black, to....
sleep I might go back.
Not because I'm 'white',
but I'd NOT believe my sight.
I'd think I was just dreaming,
and not about coffee steaming,
but of a major change in my life,
which might cause a bit o' strife.
For instance, what to tell my wife?
'Dear, I stayed in the sun too long.'
(Should I sing it in a tribal song?)
(accompanied by a drum and fife?)
Or would she consider this fine answer:
'a delayed gene, from an ancestor'?
Could I get my wish to be on the NEWS,
giving my now-black-AND-white views?
I think there would be money to be had.
Whites dying skin black might become a fad.
But would my silvery hair go well with black?
Should I just crawl back into my warm 'sack'?
(March 15, 2015)
A nice poem Bri! I have not read Diana's poem, Your poem gives an insight into the shock and wonder one would experience if his skin colour changes that way.
Many poems go years, full of tears, praying for anyone to READ. If anyone besides me HAS DONE MORE than read, their comments must be invisible indeed! ! bri : )
five years and no comment besides mine! ! ! ? ? ha ha to MyPoemList. bri :)
OOPS! bleaching skin should read dying skin black. i must have been thinking of a sequel: If I Woke Up White. bri :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Skin colour is what we see outside.Can any one fathom the emotions going under a particular skin colour?