A poem about the grit we gain from what we survive. Grain after grain the sand sprinkled over me. I watched as it was blended with the white sand that wasn’t mine. For sand is to conform to a certain shade in this pit. My sand was tainted it had been through some shit. While my sand no longer sparkled it had lots of grit. I decided that white sand was blinding it didn’t hold my truth. The further I dug in white sand, the more it all came loose. I’m proud of my tainted sand th