COLOR RACISM

Being a black
Does not decide my heart
Being white doesn’t determine
Who i am from inside

Nowadays we don’t judge a book by its cover.
So why to judge a person by their skin color, Every skin colour is unique 
We all have feelings which get hurt and re-speak

I am mixed race and my mom (who is white) 
Always told me that we are all equal.
God made all of us black or white
We should all be proud that we reunite

Colour doesn’t matters
Just the brain matters.
Their skin complexion has nothing to do 
Just their morals, beliefs, intelligence drives-thru

Be like pencil colour 
Some are beautiful, Some are sharp
All are in different in colours
But they all learn to live in box attached

-------Pranav Dhakal

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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