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.
