One Day

Because of the pigment of my skin, they do not see me Since I am "different", I am separated And although they give many reasons I know that it is not because of My hair, or the way I dress, but The colour of my skin. For once I hope that they will be able to see That this is not all that defines me I am more than the colour of my skin I am creativity I am expression I am the sad sound of millions of voices Repressed by the people who have the power to decide my fate Because of the colour of their skin Leaving me powerless, voiceless, opinion-less in their judgment Thinking that I am lesser because I am black When I know that I am ten times the person they will ever be Because I know what it is like to be stamped down, oppressed One day, equality will reign free Instead of an unbalanced scale tipped in the favor of People who have more authority based on their privilege