Gemstones

The pressure, the weight, the feeling of being beautifully different in a world that hates you for doing so, yet takes and creates their own from you. This piece is for BIPOC.

You are beautiful

but I don't want you 

It took far too long to perfect 

pretending to love you

Instead, you will be a display

that other's adore and imitate

I'll be inspired by

your incredible tenacity

gemstones made where my flesh would burn

It is infuriating and as infatuation sets in

the color of your natural casing

your refined quality  

forges my intimidation

various yet incomparable

valuable and useful

illuminating in the sunlight 

showcasing your radiant existence

I mold you into the perfect shape

made in my image, contrived by my rules.

You're so ridged

why do you continue to fight

what is supposed to be 

The shapes you come in, the colors you paint into my imagination

are infantile compared to my desire

continue to be useful for me

under pressure, weight of your crown

smothering your resolve 

creating a purpose that is not your own

Author's Note

I'm not great at grammar, since grammar isn't important to me. The feeling is most important. How does this make you feel as a BIPOC?