what if I am white with tea stained skin? my father shook his head after quizzing me on our Culture's Ten Commandments ready to put me on the altar for the Nation Imaginary I ran away hid in a book but my guilt and obligation found me as it always does, as it always will I am denied and imposed on in the same breath craved for my ugliness (beauty) sought for my skill (mouldability) applauded for my biculturalism (acting) success is white so it is never mine or I contradict my existence sell-out white-wash ashamed of what I dare to name (a pain that's mine)