breaking stereotypes
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Color
By: Michelle Barrera
Pink,
Blue,
Black,
White.
Colors are colors,
Yet they cut like a damn knife.
They destroy families. Friendships. Marriages.
Judging.
How do you judge?
Get to know somebody
And learn more about him or her.
Judging.
We were freaks
Clowns and ringleaders
Dwarfs and bearded ladies.
We were oddities created by a society
That didn’t accept curiosities.
I am an alien, a rapist, a criminal
My accent and skin color makes this visible
I steal jobs, in no way contribute to society
They say an illegal deserves no equality
I am just a girl.
Unaware and overdressed.
Spent too long looking in the mirror
You weren’t there I guess
Where is the life I used to have
Carried in my suitcase
Of neon green?
Did it dissapear down
The rabbit hole of
Beige, nothing but
b e i g e.
Did it fall down the
Take a big whiff and smell the pungent smell of name brand perfume and fumes This nigeritis chokes the esophagus with promises to bring human carcassesShiny belt buckles match the color of these infected smiles hoping this trend lasts a while Mone
