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A Poem: Disadvantage in the Strongest

Disadvantage in the Strongest

Madeline Federle ‘19

Staff Writer

 

Her coach heels click behind her,

she walks away in spite

throwing her hair back

and fixing her new attire.

She won, she will always win.

No one has to tell her different

for she knows the color of the face,

the color of her face will save her.

Ignorance, fortune, destruction, power.

It’s what comes with this single complexion,

a look no longer taken for granted.

No, because it’s used.

It is never forgotten where the advantage lies,

or who was holding the gun

or stealing the answers.

We all share the same blood

but the blood is never on the hands of the human,

the human whose skin absorbs less light.