the skin

MY family ain't ghetto

My family isn't abusive and neglecting

my father is here

taking care of me

like he suppose to be

because I am black doesn't mean i act like

everyone else

because I am black doesn't mean I act like

a hoodlum

I mean I got some attitude but i won't shoot you

for looking at me

I won't beat you in the street just because

you stepped on my block

Shall we take this back to slavery or Shall we not

I blame the shame from the time of a human being

sold for a price

sold for a difference in skin color

sold for a lazy person

sold for as many stupid reasons you could think of

seen as a pile of dirt as if I were contagious

spare me

I call myself a chocolate rain drop in a winter wonderland

I watch people be stepped on like a doormat

since they think they can do that

well i'm not a kitcat that can be spat at

apparently my color is more important than the person
I came to be

why is it my skin speaks for me

my actions

my personality is the key