Mud Dirty

A quick evening,

To pass the time,

Looking for love.

Maybe.

Lost in the rain,

I am challenged,

By hungry white wolves.

Hey black boy,

Why so blue?

The skies are grey.

Am I so coloured,

That I stand out?

Stained without choice.

I am diaphanous, I retort,

That much is true.

But hate isn’t blind.

The rain endures,

It doesn’t bleach,

Me under my umbrella.

I am still mud dirty.

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