I am a chameleon 

Didn’t you know 

Switch my color when I got something to say

Eyes large to observe the secrets 

you do not wish to convey 

I change my hue to adapt and survive

Because I know I must conform

Like a worker bee to a queen in a hive

Can’t you hear the swarm?? 

Skin white for compliance, prim vernacular 

Disgust for every shade of black

I look like the people who take credit for a country built off 

my 

ancestors back

If you are not a chameleon you simply will not understand 

Skin blue emotion too raw

 I

 do

 not

 need a bandage

This tint is rare because we all know they like to take advantage

Skin red for flaming rage 

like my predecessors before me

Like the feeling of blazing sand on toes connected to our body-filled sea

hot to the touch

Fifth degree burns

Bubbling blisters

Do not tell me the heat is 

too 

much.

Extract entirely every drop of pigmentation 

To paint the feelings they lack with imagination

I must be lyin’ 

Don’t listen this poem’s a dud 

But

If I’m not allowed to cry over spilled milk 

Can I cry over spilled blood?

If you are not a chameleon you simply will not understand 

If you 

are not 

A

Chameleon

 you simply will 

not understand