To speak a lie
Of white is to
Smother a black
Truth in your palm.
To speak a
Blackened lie
Is to carry a
White-laced
Burden in your
Steeled gaze.
How those
Lungs heave.
Why those
Eyes burn.
Your tongue
Rolls weak
And drips
Of poison.
Your heart
Bores weight
That is hollow.
. . .
So, tell me.
Are you a
Speaker of
Black truths,
Or a white liar?
Either way,
Your eyes are
Shadowed with
The doubt of a
Vile-ridden gem.
Personally, I
Yearn for none.
I speak of silence.