Is It So Hard?

I walk past again,
So silent observing.
Their eyes trail my movements,
Watchful and wary.

Why am I any different?
Is there something I don't know?
I'm a human too, aren't I?
But they still stare on so.

It is the color of my skin?
The cut of my hair?
Is it the pigment in my eyes?
That my skin is pale or fair?

I turn my gaze
Back to the ground
The only solid thing
I see around.

My face grows hard
My heart grows stubborn
My gaze shoots back above
To face their obvious scorn.

I meet their eyes
Dead on, straight met
And I see them
Flash with awe.

This time, their gaze travels downward
And mine is standing strong.
Is it so hard to accept me?
Did I do something wrong?

No. I am me. That is all there is.

And all there needs to be.

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