- Vol. 04
- Chapter 01
The Decision Maker
One white boy watches one white hand
scratching at the black, searching for colour
under the skin.
I am dirty, some call me mould,
I came from nowhere, creeping up through
the brickwork, seeking, always seeking.
From my damp corner I watch a shaft of light
paint prismatic mutations, many hands holding
up a neutral wall
Turn white boy, like my colour, let me stay.