Why did you kill me?
I thought you were my friend but you killed me.
I died, when I allowed you to bleach me into your privileged scene.
I died, when you didn't push me to paint myself the darkest shade I can be
I allowed you to snuff out and suffocate the Martin, Malcolm, Marcus, and Mandela resonating in every fiber of my being.
Was it fear?
Fear of my rightful royalty
Fear that me dark brilliance and power would unearth your foolish insecurities
Fear of the deserved backlash for your creed's heinous deeds
Fear that Caesar would rise up and the rest of the apes would no longer be yours to control and breed.
When I died my pigment scoured down my body leaving a pool of shame at my feet
My crippling alabaster figure reflected on the surface of a midnight pool
Distraught and disgusted by the sight of what I had become, I plunged
Into the Lazarus pit, I reclaimed
Emergence. Black. Beautiful. Immortal.
Skai is a dancer and poet who goes by the name Knomad.
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