Job Interview

I dress myself up like a christmas present
All that’s missing is the bow.
Butterflies flutter within me, their wings
Hammering against my hollow insides, twisting
And intertwining with my internal organs.
I opened the door of opportunity and walked inside the
Uncertain future. I sit down, there’s a distortion in time
A blank space, tremors are spreading from the echoed footsteps
Of rampant zoo animals set loose within me. They call my name
I sit  like an ornament in an office I hope to own someday.
I hand the judge my paper, the paper that is supposed to be me
That is supposed to encapsulate who I am, breaking me down
To my experiences and accomplishments
I suppose that’s all that matters
He drops the paper down, I watch it plummet onto his  
Mahogany desk, that paper that is me
He asks me the most mundane of questions
This is the part where I display my “personality”
The decoration, the accessory that’s not important enough to make it
Onto the paper that is me. I try to give him the most creative of
Mundane answers. He looks me up and down with that familiar look
I want to tell him that this dark skin he sees is simply dust i’ve
Accumulated on the way here, That in fact I’m as human as he
But My nappy hair is  a dead give away.
I feel his scrutinizing gaze as I try not to trip and stumble
Over my own words, my soul is on a scale across from
the weightless white feather
Which way shall it tip ?