Judgement and speculations 

Have always been passed over me

Always been placed on me

By family 

By friends

By people I don't even know

 

Why is this? 

 

Is it because my skin is a luscious brown

That I hold my head high and claim

In your mind you have this picture of who I should be

But not of who I am

Loud, Rambunctious ,Loquacious  , Sanguinary 

Is what you see 

But pull back the curtain and see what I really contain 

 

Intelligent, Mature, Old Soul , Compassionate

You have passed judgement on me because of your folly to think that a stereotype is who I am 

You don't even know my name

You don't even know my age

You couldn't even tell me what my eye color is

 

All you have seen is the boundary .

Our social 

International

Worldwide 

Boundary.

 

My skin.

 

But yet someone had a dream 

They had a dream that you'd take the curtains of our skin and remove them

See what's behind it all

See that it's all the same,

 

Veins , muscles , tissue 

Thick red blood 

A pounding heart

A mind 

A beautiful soul

All the same.

 

So see me not as the color of my skin

But as the contours of my character .