what color our skin

what color our skin

the light that covers the darkness is as real as the skin that covers my bones.
what time, when, did this take place?
when did my blood become my own?
pulsating beneath the pale onion skin that held me folded like a road map,
blue lines. red lines.
i've heard it said that we do not choose which country we are born into,
what color our skin, how much, how little we will have, we will become.
each leaf that is caught in the wind and dances i do not ask why that one?
is one holier than another?
i don't believe mystery is dark.
i don't believe god is light.
words to oppose. to divide.
why capitalize the beginning of one thought and not the next?
is one breath more important than the last?


from the second chapbook entitled the red door by me, patty joslyn

give thanks xo