An Open Letter to a Racists
An Open Letter to a Racists
You don't have to be white to be prejudice
That exists everywhere today in everyone
Pick an orange from the fridge instead of a banana
Because that's the one you prefer
Just like when you pick a white person instead of people with color or vice versa
Well we're all humans and this isn't fruit ninja
You can't just let the fruit you like fall
Then slice the rest
It just boils your blood every time a color of ethnicity that you dislike pasts
Making you want to kill a whole nation
Sweetheart this isn't the 50's
I haven't stopped to report back to the 60's so this could be abolished all over again
But my bad right for being born into a color of your dislike
For being tainted with a color so sinful I should be ashamed
I can't help to think why every color wants to change
People like you bring about change
The wrong kind
The kind that hangs you because you were born with a lil more pigment
Or maybe less how would ik which side you root fo
I mean for
How ignorant of me
But I guess that's what you expect of the people of my color
Never to looking past the silly hair and complexion
Not to the way I am or how I think
" her and her race are just a piece of shit ? "
Right.
Right .!
Wrong, let me prove you wrong show you how human I am before you judge off the base of looks
How right it can be to look wrong
How difficult it must be of me to be born of African && Caucasian decent
That must be a headache for you now you hate me bc I was intermixed with you and them
Yes I see your goal
Or you hate them bc their so pale
A lil vanilla in your coffee doesn't go a long way ?
Oh, You rather take it black like yourself
Never to fool around nothing but your kinds
Kinds of negroes that'll take a white man to tears
Just for the past
Bc moving forward is a mistake we too seldom make
Like choosing our ethnicity
Okay I get
It's all our faults we all get a chance in how we think
We're all sinners here cool it's my fault I was born this way
Too bad we're all racists and could never accept everyone in their own fruit
Sincerely,
The girl who was never just a color
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