Wishful Thinking
This is no longer my body
This body Im in
My deep chocolate brown eyes that stare into the mirror
Don't look so brown
the color has changed yet their are still in me
My deep brown Hispanic skin
Dosen't seem to be seeking the sun
Hidding away from the view
Only to return a few shades lighter...
My black stright hair that flowls freely in the wind
Seeking the comfort of freedom
Is now confide into a cage
A cage I no longer have a key for
I look into the mirror and see the person I have become
And my not so brown eyes turn slighly red
And a single tear
Of my locked away freedom
Of my locked away idenity
Comes rolling down
My not Hispanic skin
And I can feel
My not so black straight hair
Stuggle against the cage
As I open my mouth
My voice doesn't come out
No matter how loud I scream
Nobody can see how I'm Forced
To share my body
My identity
My voice
And my Mind