The Color Inside

Location

All my life a sea of white

At  school and on teams

They ask so many questions

" Why is your hair like that?"  

" Let me touch it!"

Expressing so many comments and opinions

Through their own ignorance

" Oh, I forgot you were here", they say

" What do you say when I'm not around?", I think to myself

" Hey Sara, how are you today?", I ask

" N**** please" she replied

Therefore, I suppress my heritage

To fit in

To have friends

To be able to "relate"

Yet, I am still exposed because of the color of my skin

"You are the whitest black girl I have ever seen"

I hear it almost every day 

Is this what my ancestors wanted?

Is this what they fought for? 

Is this what they died for?

No.

 

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