Back from school,

about to cross the road,

a car appears near me to turn.

his window down,

face pointed towards me

if I were another,

maybe not a thing would have happened.

As it was, it was I,

not another.

But he spit at me

he.

spit.

at.

me.

and if he had another chance,

I bet he would have spit again

his face red with anger

not because I was

rude,

or mean,

or selfish.

but because of this...

skin I live in

if I could change one thing in this world

I would  not change that hateful expression he made

I would change why that expression was there.

why he felt the need to show me I was DIRT,

like the color of my skin.

I would change his way of thinking,

show him that

we.

are.

not.

as.

different.

as.

you.

believed.

show him, I am HUMAN, hear me roar!

Now, I may be black,

and I may be a woman,

but I want to show that man,

that stranger

that I am something, 

someone who deserves love and respect.

he spit at me

and if I could take back

WHY that spit left his mouth,

why I think the world would be

a nicer place for

you

AND

me