colors

the color of my skin is yellow i feel sick, and i feel bad for being disgusted it’s not your fault you were raised to be rude discourteous and disrespectful how could you know how can i tell you the color of my skin is red i'm blushing, embarrassed i don’t usually speak back but i don’t regret calling you out as you pull back your eyes and teach me my language i don’t need to get back on a boat this is my country, too the color of my skin is black being pushed to the ground stings but it’s okay, i’ll be fine i can wash my face put a bandaid on my knee it will take you longer to mend your broken prejudices don’t be afraid the color of my skin is iridescent it is a gradient of my heritage all the people who have been and will be, reflected in the tones of my skin which cannot be defined by the wedges of a color wheel i am no more any of these colors than you are white