I am brown

Wed, 07/11/2018 - 23:37 -- Baraka1

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

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