A Child’s Wish

I close my eyes against the shooting star’s

Light, squinting to strengthen the magic. My

Voice is fervent as I whisper to the

Night, “I wish I was white.” My small body

Trembles, dimples forming as I grin wide.

Now everything will change. I will be like

Them. Pure. White. I will grow their flaxen hair.

I will shed this dirty skin, this brown flesh

Restraining me – bruised, kicked, taunted, spit on.

-Paola Crespo ©2013


“A Child’s Wish” will be featured in my collection Fragments of a Life Incomplete.


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