The black sea on the backs of my hands,

The rainbow above my eyes,

A sharp outburst of color

Dims covered, muffled cries.

The questions of which I yearn to answer

Only may come within;

A closet-creeping, deep romancer

In the heart of society’s sin.

Break me, kill me, break me down,

But more quickly I shall rise.

Abuse me, use me, break my bones;

You will never break my pride.

I may fall down, but like a ball

Resiliently, I bounce back.

But when you push me where I stand, beware

The black sea on the backs of my hands.