Colors

Colors

African AMerican, Negro, and Black  .

What they identify me as for the color of my skin ,

but not for the bones in my body, for the presentation I bring ,

because I don't act like I am ,

because I act different all for the reason that they Identify me as ,

White. A privileged color, which I am privileged , by faith .

Because apparently being a different color

And acting a certain way is disrespectful

What’s it like to live the life of a white girl?

Why do you act like a white girl ?

They ask me , as if I’m in shame for being who I am .

Yet because I have mannerś and I’m not screaming

at the top of my lungs with a caribbean accent

All the more reason that I act optimistic  to hide the pain inside,

as if my color describeś who I am .

As if God didn't take his time

to form me with his bare hands, like he didn't give me the ability to

embrace my personality. Like I can't be Black and have class.

That word again , Black , what I have to deal with on a daily basis ,

the reason I hate pictures and why I barely have friendś that look

like me because I don't want to be judged for liking my color .

Since I have it , since it explains my story , what if thats how

we were introduced  to the world. “Hello , I'm a Black  girl who

chooseś to act the way I am because I have a story. ¨ I felt a burden

to keep a smile  on my face and become who I am not , so I apologize

sincerely if who I am isn't enough for your tiny mind to understand that

you have to understand who I am as a person isn't about the color of my skin .

So the next time you want to say I act like a white girl ,

think about it  , you don't know the story and it wouldn't

make sense for you to judge either.

I'm ? What am I ? a canvas painted black with sploches of color everywhere .

A representation of me  , my colors…