Respect my Identity


Is as dark as my dark skin

It stems from the dark roots I was raised on

My hate wasn’t always this deep, but it grew as I became ever more misidentified

People have the audacity to ask me why I hoarder so much hate towards the whiter on

Yet can never answer this simple question

Why am I considered “the colored” 

Throughout my life I remain the same color

When you are born you are pink

When you are cold you are blue

And when you mad you are red

Excuse me for my hate for misidentified

But it will continue to grow until my indentity is no longer misconstrued 



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