i am not black.
i am not white.
i am not asian.
i am not indian.
i am not a stereotype.
i am not what i appear.
i am not happy with this world.
i am human, is all i know.
my skin is lighter
my mind could be brighter
but i, i am human.
i’m 5 foot 5 inches,
barely passing up my mother.
my hair is dyed burgundy,
but it is NOT pretty.
my friends, they are pretty.
they are black,
they are white,
they are beautiful and cheery,
not the slightest bit ugly
yet they are trained
to hate the image they’re given;
and that’s not okay, so i’ll speak up fiercely!
my vision is blurry; my hands are weak
when i am weary, i go down to the creek
behind my house, my friends once
played hide and seek
but now i just sit and know i’m a freak
as i critique my physique and i
how lovely it must be for them.
they walk to their car with the woman they love
and they get pulled over.
the officer can only wonder what the issue is
rape? abduction? drugs? where’s the weapon?
all because of their blackness.
but you do not see them.
they were on a date.
the weapon? a golden ring
concealed in a black box.
the drugs? love. they were
going to be happy together.
were, but you didn’t hesitate, just like the rest.
but it is hard for us to.
the all acclaimed
children are born blind to hate and bigotry.
it isn’t just there from the start.
it grows on us through time,
but not me. all of my friends are different.
they accept me for my whiteness somehow.
because ALL lives matter.
no one race is, nor should be
favored over the other.
you may wipe your shoes over us but,
like dust, others wise rise, and you will be
one day, my kind will be the ones in slavery.
our time will come for judgement
for our sins against each other.
in fact, all of us are eggs
whether we’re brown or white
we all look the same on the inside.
so therefore, you don’t know us.
you don’t know any of us until
you really look deep down.
perhaps racism isn’t truly about race
but about being colorblind.
we hate without a second thought
to our methods. even a first.
it flows like the wind through
the hair of the innocent
and yet it remains untamed
never held back, it’s a pastime
coming and going from person to person
hate is indispensable. from the beginning of
time, i have been favorable over my friends
for a simple matter of color.
the time for change will finally occur in
this generation. nothing will hold me back
from proving my ancestors wrong.
fight with me.