The sun stained everyone´s skin but left mine

paper white


No amount of exposure burned me scarlet or

turned me brown,  like the natives


no long afternoons, scorching and dry

made a difference


I have been here months,

waiting for a rescue, or an execution

neither seems imminent


Pale I was, 

pale I remain


One of the elders wrote me a note,

slipped in with bedclothes 




لبعض الناس


كمية من الشمس لا يحدث أي فرق








title and quotation from antigravpussy

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