The White Black

and in eyes not my own
I changed the colour of my skin
by laughing
by dancing
by drinking
by shaking my bouncy arse
and enjoying it
and they tell me
in complimentary tones
that I’m a black woman
trapped in a white woman’s body
and I know they mean it well
but they couldn’t be more wrong
as they’re trying to brand my humanity
with a colour
and a gender
and I smile sadly at the deprivation of it all