She is black. But she doesn’t have to be.
Imagine her however you want. She’s a girl. But she doesn’t have to be. See who you want to see in this algorithm of 26, and three
symbols of ,.:
Because I’m not telling you a colour/a gender/ or race.
So please, put down your tribes and listen
to the story of a someone, who you don’t yet know
but will very soon if you just stop asking me
What size she/he wears and if they are rich or poor
From here or there
They just are. Because there is more to this story than how much or how fair, how dark or where
they go to sleep.
No, this story is someone not something, if that is not too old fashioned a frame
For me to write
Criticise my colour blind pen or lack of bechdel tongue
but just listen, silent the monster of us and them, and like,
dislike storms and listen because I might tell you
true about me, or you, and not,
Not a fable