I don't need this

this life.

 You judge me 

becasue of the color of my skin

You say I'm a hater

because I am one of them.

But is it possible, that

the racist one is you?

Who chooses

To see me as another 

girl, defined by

by her income,

held close to her heritage

of so called haters.

In reality they were just 

as persecuted as yours,

killed for who they were,

abused for what they believed

and yet you 

say that I

Me

someone who knows that 

people are people

and people are true

that everyone has

possibility

and yet

you say that I am

racist? Because I must be,

because of the color 

of my skin? 

Does that make

sense? Even to your

simple mind?