I struck fear in their hearts
My skin might as well have been
The reflection of the colour you see
When looking down the barrel of a gun.
And perhaps it is …
Chuckling, I soaked it all in
A pleasant change of pace to be honest;
Simply having people afraid
And not believing you to be less than human.
Twisted yet gratifying perceptions of my mind aside,
Choose to keep or relieve yourself
Of the fear you have of me,
And let me show you the many talents
That hide within my form.
The darkness of my vessel is entirely reflective
Of the endless depth encapsulated by the vastness
Of the extra-terrestrial landscape;
Overwhelming yet enticing,
My skin is an Elseworld temptation
Which I urge you to touch at your own risk,
For it might just suck you in.
Full disclaimer:
After that happens
It will not be my responsibility
To bring you back to “reality”.
– O.D. ©2018
Art by: RonAckins
O.D. 
I love this!
I’m glad you do! 😁🖤
when you say empowering what do you mean, this one straight up gave me the goosebumps hahahaha
and it comes with a disclaimer too
~B
Hahaha if it gave you goosebumps then it worked. Be proud Beaton, our skin is not of this world lol 😁
Amandla!!!!!!
~B
Yes! ✊🏾
Nice play on words, plus a good message in a fun way!
Thanks Paula! 🙂
Loved this!🍁
Haha thanks! 😁
love this my friend, especially the last phrase ❤ ❤
Thanks Kim, I believe this may be my best work yet ❤️❤️❤️
I can just barely imagine what it must be like to go through life when at any moment of the day, someone or someones might react to me in a full range of negative ways just because of my skin color — just barely imagine it enough to know I can’t much imagine it at all.
I’m not saying this is the same thing at all, but growing up in a small town, I used to get ostracized — I’d do something a little scandalous — usually the crime of expressing an opinion in a small community — and my 30-odd classmate’s parents would tell their kids not to speak to me. Kids being forgetful and all, the ostracisms were frequent, but were never enduring. A couple weeks at most.
The nearest I can come to imagining what it must be like for you is to recall what it was like to have a bad rep growing up.
New kid would move into town. I’d be the first to make friends. Then he’d meet another kid or kids. They’d tell him about my rep. Next day, no new friend. LOL! Funny to me now. Of course, it wasn’t funny back then, but I survived.