Serendipity

serendipity 

resided between suburbia and 

ghetto,

a canvas of        districts 

a faux line          dictates fate—

some lucky        enough to slip through the 

lines,

color         outside their fate.

they scumble strokes of 

division,

curate different hues of existence:

struggle 

comfortable;

poor               rich.

seated in classrooms as 

anomaly,

as surprise;

half       invisible 

half       spectacle—

unseen until 

this painted body becomes asset,

unblended until game day—

a phantom,

effaced unless brown skin blends rigidly with primary colors

because pink matter 

doesn’t matter when 

                                               you’re 

                                               brown.

is my canvas truly lucky

if colors only display  in 

black 

           and 

                  white?