There are people who are called White
And there are people who are called black.
Some are concidered Yellow
And some Red.

Why are people refered to as a color?
I'm a person, so are they
And we came into this world the same way.

Which one of us decided
That to be a person we had
To fit into a catigory
And be judged by what we see.

Those who can't see
See more than those who can.
Everyone Is the same
And Color doesn't exsist.

I am NOT a part
Of your visual separations.
I'm a human being
Not a can of paint.

You Can't tell me that Because
My skin looks one way
That the way I function is any different
Than the way you or any one else does.

I'm not Purple
I'm not Green
I'm NOT a color,
I'm Just me.