what I think on wed night

Once upon a time,
I was white and fragile.
Being sheltered by 2 angels that
always look after me.
I know that it took days and decades before
I actually turned gray.
Some people try to wash me, bleach me...
But I never trust them, so I ran away.
And now after all I can see is
a pitch black, I wonder what've gone wrong.
I used to look down on people
that is now myself. shame on me.

-Lakisha