The coffee creamer of society
I am what others believe
It is tough not knowing your nationality
For it is based on the individual and what they perceive
Natives see the refined, marble white
Whites see the crimson, blood red
Growing up I was never sure of what I was
And it will most likely stay that way until I am dead
The mystery kept it interesting and made me different, so unique
Personality is not based on colors or preferences, contrary to what many may think
My style and interests are my very own
Never a follower
I do what I want
No one’s opinion truly matters
My circle is color-blind
Why is it that every other can’t be too?
What is race, what is sexuality, what is religion?
What is liberal, what is conservative?
What is different?
I am just a 16-year-old boy with my own sociological outlook
Spending hours everyday in school with various backgrounds
Yet what truly matters cannot be taught from even the top college professor
Tolerance, love and the golden rule
Being kind to others and accepting who you truly are
Your name and integrity is what you can never lose
So that is why I always am myself, always unique, always true
Not white, not red, just doing what I want to do
I love others, and myself just as everyone else should too.