Different Perspective Poem by True Eyes

As an African American girl
I look up to the sky,
not knowing a particular color
but watching the expanded rectangle
covered with blue satin cloths tower above me

Sitting farthest south
To the man that resembles snow
He craves my body
Abuses my limbs
Only to prove his place to me

Crawling into my shadow
Because the innocence is taken
I emerge as the night camouflages
Into a peach

Picking up a stick
Writing in the sand….
This world will never get the best of me