Growing up in a world where we see many different faces.
They come from all around the globe, all types of places.
But what's the difference between you and I?
I am a light shade of brown, but your parents think I am the bad guy.
We both live in the same neighborhood and go to the same school.
I even ask to hang out, you know, because you're cool.
However, it's always a no from your dad.
So I end up going home really sad.
I never realized why I was treated in such a way.
Never would be invited anywhere and was never asked to stay.
Sometimes I even got looks, were there rumors going around?
About the little colored girl, who lived on the whiter side of town.
I questioned my mom and asked her why.
She didn't answer, just closed her eyes and looked at the sky.
God created everyone equally so I thought.
Which is why I continued to sneak around, hoping not to get caught.
I went to a friend’s house just to hang.
But was questioned, even asked if I was in a gang.
Why would I be in something like that?
Oh, because my skin color is black.
Trying to stand up for my own was hard.
I made posters and lots of cards.
Only to be rejected by many of my peers.
At this rate, it will take many years.
I start to lose hope, they say it's all in my head.
Tears begin shedding, right before I go to bed.
My mom, very proud, walks in.
She said never stop, not until the end.
So as of today, I still fight.
I fight for all of us, for our rights.
I just wish one day, people would stop being so belligerent.
And realize, we are still the same, but different.