In the morning I am purple
The early sun
glints off my beaded bracelet
of orange and blue
Giving my white skin an unholy hue
In the morning I am purple
Walking along the dusty dirt roads
Down to the yellow taxi stand
Beautiful shades of smooth
Brown skin
Pass me on my way
And I can only imagine
the horror of my
purple skin
And wonder at how
anyone can find it
beautiful
