You Are

My momma named me after
somebody on General Hospital
so I am a poet named Ashley, revolutionary
because you can't scrub the sun off my skin
they pull out their index
at the sight of me, Medusa's kin
their fear is man-made
and past its expiration date
but they still keep refilling their prescription
who is this fucked up pharmacist?
for them, there is venom in my pen
and I'll make them swallow this black licorice
if they speak of the other in colors
wrapped around crayons
that kids struggle to get off
and adults stick on their left breast pocket
they will lay on their labels
six feet deep in a sheet
I am fascinating, exotic,
a white girl dipped in chocolate?
a subject to be mastered
a sample under a microscope
someone should have told me to prepare
for this show
I tried to write a script
but all I could come up with
is this...