My True Colors
When you look at me, what do you see?
Is it the dark complexion of my skin
Or the fullness of my lips
Is it the way I embrace
People like me
As if they were my family?
Today, nobody gets to see
My true colors
The things that make me
An individual
They see what society
Has labeled me as
“Ghetto” and “uneducated”
“Loud” and “in need of help”
Its BLACK and WHITE
Not WRONG and RIGHT
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