You speak of those with dark and light skin,
they're this way.. they're that way,
fat or thin.
You get asked the question,
"Why aren't you with us?"
Some nod their heads, or laugh and let a smile crack.
Is it so much of being a color? Lightskinned or a dark
shade of brown?
You aren't with your own kind,
So you shamefully look down?
Maybe if you hang out with blacks you'll get invited to the events,
or sit with the whites,
and not be prone to violence.
to be forever called true...
not letting color form something new.
You're black so you must act a "particular" way,
if you don't then you must not be as "black" as you say.
Ah, but thus we forget each and all are human but
still you judge,
without any regret,
your dark heart holding a grudge.