I am brown
My skin is brown
It is not white, nor black but a mix of the two,
Desireable by both races.
The white burn their skin in the sun,
And the black lighten their skin by chemicals.
My skin is desireable, but I am not.
I am considered a threat
A terrorist,
An illegal,
A rapist,
A criminal.
I am not wanted, but my skin is wanted.
So go ahead and take it.
Skin me alive, but leave my sanity alone
Because I am brown
This poem is about:
Me