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.