Darkness, blackie, burnt toast, dark... Those were all the names I was called in middle school. I never cried, I never got mad. As a matter of fact I laughed, because I was a fool at the time. I didn't know that being dark was a crime. Why call me names because of the skin god put me in? I use to think to myself, am I really supposed to be this dark? Should I bleach my skin  so they can finally shut up once and for all? Or should I just be violent and eliminate them all? 3 years later I hear all this talk about black males being killed and shot. Wonder if this has to do with are dark skin. Maybe. Maybe not. Or maybe we just look so damn good in our dark skin that they want to elimnate us one by one. Who knows. 17 years young and my dark skin still shines when the sun hits me and I thank god for putting this melanin in me.