What Do You See?

When you look at me, what do you see. You see the blackness of my skin. You see the brown in my eyes. The nappinest of my hair. Should I speak slang to you, or wear my pants hang low so you can see my boxer? Should I appear ignorant so I can fit your stereotype? But the fact is I am not like your stereotype. I may be black but I am not like other black man. I may have brown eyes like other people, but I see the world from a different perspective. I am my own man. I do what I have to do to survive. I will not be classified based upon my skin color but rather on who I am. I am a strong black man. I am a human being. I am Emmanuel Durosier.