I am a rainbow

There is no reason to construct me

It surprises me

How people try to tear each other down

We are all beings on this earth

Though nobody thinks this way

We will do everything in our power

To tear each other apart

Everyone is different

It’s not a bad thing, it is beautiful

People point out your differences

Just to make you fall to the cold hard ground

The world seems to be everyone for themselves

Instead of

We are all in this together

People don’t always realize

They are tearing themselves and everyone apart

People call me white

Not the actual color

But the skin tone

Which seemed to have a primitive history

The skin tone that apart to hold the key

To success

That’s not me, I’m not white

Only 46% of me is caucasian, but not white

The rest of me is all in color

I’m a rainbow and I have the pot of gold carried in my heart

Who I identify as

is none of your business

So calling me a color, is not what I am

Not black, tan, gold, orange, or white

I am a rainbow of emotions

A rainbow of spirit

I am a rainbow of qualities

That makes me, myself

Nobody, not my friends, family, not even me

Can tell me otherwise

I am not one color, I am a rainbow