I was never the light
of my mothers eye
it was my light skinned siblings
resembling parts and pieces of
broken glass cheap wine bottle
green eyes hair that didn't nap
but did get tangled while mines
matted like a black poodle
dog that was never bathed
resentment slowing boiling
into rivalry and rage unable
to achieve enough to make
the grade though they got
all the kisses and hugs
I found comfort in knowing
who my father truly was