Skin Color

They look at me all the time

as if my skin were speaking to them, 

When will the discrimination end

Has not our forefathers stand up in protest of this

Why do they not listen. Only let apperance judge.

Tired. Annoyed

When will this end 

We stand up day and night, try to be our best only to fall in the hole of racism

My heart crackles.

 My mood swings

Why can't we all be the same if before God we are equal?