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korean bleach by Elisha Gabb
google says that if you have brown skin and you want to turn it white then you can buy this cream from korea , so i bought this cream from korea . it came in a green package i didn’t understand the instructions but i assumed the more i used the whiter i’d become , why did i want to be white ? my mother is white and all the people around me playing tennis were white and Zora Neal Hurston says ‘ we feel most coloured when we are thrown against a sharp white background ’ and i was living in a white world where i stood out and it wasn’t just my skin it was the shape of my body strong and defined long flat feet hair wild shoulders broad . the girls around me were mostly blonde with small bodies and arches in their ballerina feet petite , i tried so many things to fit in with them straightening my hair not eating talking like them staying out of the sun wearing little clothes and shoes that were too small but i was nothing like them and it hurt . the day i made this purchase i remember because my tennis coach called me a nigga after i missed three balls in the net i had barely any money at the time but i paid extra for express shipping this had to be quick because i had to be white .
when the potion came it fucked me raw raping the melanin away from my skin screaming so loud no one could hear me . i am silent after this i am silent . after this i am just waiting i don’t know what i am waiting for for but it’s not here . it’s still not here yet .