Is It So Hard?

I walk past again, So silent observing. Their eyes trail my movements, Watchful and wary. Why am I any different? Is there something I don't know? I'm a human too, aren't I? But they still stare on so. It is the color of my skin? The cut of my hair? Is it the pigment in my eyes? That my skin is pale or fair? I turn my gaze Back to the ground The only solid thing I see around. My face grows hard My heart grows stubborn My gaze shoots back above To face their obvious scorn. I meet their eyes Dead on, straight met And I see them Flash with awe. This time, their gaze travels downward And mine is standing strong. Is it so hard to accept me? Did I do something wrong? No. I am me. That is all there is. And all there needs to be.