An Open Letter to a Racists

Wed, 11/11/2015 - 16:56 -- j.s.m.w

An Open Letter to a Racists You don't have to be white to be prejudice That exists everywhere today in everyonePick an orange from the fridge instead of a banana Because that's the one you prefer Just like when you pick a white person instead of people with color or vice versaWell we're all humans and this isn't fruit ninjaYou can't just let the fruit you like fall Then slice the rest It just boils your blood every time a color of ethnicity that you dislike pasts Making you want to kill a whole nationSweetheart this isn't the 50's I haven't stopped to report back to the 60's so this could be abolished all over againBut my bad right for being born into a color of your dislike For being tainted with a color so sinful I should be ashamed I can't help to think why every color wants to change People like you bring about change The wrong kind The kind that hangs you because you were born with a lil more pigment Or maybe less how would ik which side you root foI mean for How ignorant of me But I guess that's what you expect of the people of my color Never to looking past the silly hair and complexionNot to the way I am or how I think" her and her race are just a piece of shit ? "Right. Right .! Wrong, let me prove you wrong show you how human I am before you judge off the base of looks How right it can be to look wrong How difficult it must be of me to be born of African && Caucasian decent That must be a headache for you now you hate me bc I was intermixed with you and them Yes I see your goal Or you hate them bc their so pale A lil vanilla in your coffee doesn't go a long way ?Oh, You rather take it black like yourself Never to fool around nothing but your kindsKinds of negroes that'll take a white man to tears Just for the past Bc moving forward is a mistake we too seldom makeLike choosing our ethnicity Okay I get It's all our faults we all get a chance in how we think We're all sinners here cool it's my fault I was born this way Too bad we're all racists and could never accept everyone in their own fruit Sincerely, The girl who was never just a color  

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