The mirror showed a plague so deep
So rich and yet so foul,
That eye could not bear to look
For who would willingly, gaze upon the black
And so gaze into it and see
For no one sees, they only look
And when they look, they behold my plague
And turn their noses up at me
And so I sought to hide my pain
And the black became grey.
Anon, smiles upon me and nods to Columbus
There is no savage here, for I am paler now
Yet I, I am not visited by fortune
Or smiled upon by luck
I feel Anancy must have ‘stole’ it away
Yet again I am grey!
I too have long flowing hair!
Made by suffering with burning flesh
And I speakth well
Am I not one of you?
I will have death’s blue eyes too
I will have suffered, but I too will be pale
And I too will stain pink and burn with the coming sun
Living where daffodils and roses grow,
For I too will lose my stain!
For the Moment,
I am grey and I am in this time
I am melancholy
And Happiness laughs not with me
I am but one word