White powder covers my dark skin
Inky gunk, so thick it doesn’t smear when tears well up.
I am covered in pinks, yellows, oranges, and reds
When all I want to wear is black
Wavy, neon green hair flows down my back
When underneath mine waits short, burnt, and dirty brown.
No one notices the pain in my eyes as my shoes pinch my feet
They only see the act I put on as I walk the tightrope,
Terrified
No one hears the yelling, the threats, before the show
No one smells the blood as I fall
No one feels the pain
They refuse to see what this circus has really done to me
They care for their children
They want them to see laughter and fun
They cover their eyes to the facts
They cover their eyes to the way this circus is really run.
This is a poem I wrote for Napo; it was inspired by this photo:
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