It is the color of my skin and the texture of my hair,

which makes people create assumptions that are not are not there. 

It is my preference in music and my choice of food ,

which makes society think I'm up to no good. 

It should not be like this, but it is now.

My race makes you instantly judge me somehow...


Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
My community
Our world
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