Dear people of colored skin
Why is that when you see me you see me as my color and not for who I really am?
Why is it that when I'm hurting you see it as any kind of emotion?
Why is it that I talk black becuase I'm black?
Why is it that you say your not racist, but you talk about my color to others behind me?
Why is it that because I'm black I'm dangerous?
Why is it that you make me feel less of myslef?
Why is it that I'm not able to embrace my skin and culture?
Why is it that you think that I caused everything?
Why can't you look at me like you look at you white friends?
This poem is about:
Our world
