The color of my skin is not the color of my personality. I'm mixed with stereotyped perceptions to describe my race. Blacks are not all the same, we all have a different temperature to our flame. I was born in the ghetto but I do not live in the color of my ghetto past. I got away as fast as I could so as not to be the last to cast the shadow of  my misery. It is a mystery for why I am alive today what is the purpose for my life what color am I what is my shade capable of. I fear nothing for I color my courage to the best  so I can see the strength of my shade.