"The Struggle Of Being Colored"

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10035
United States
40° 47' 38.634" N, 73° 55' 37.7904" W

My skin doesn't make me who I am.
My skin doesn't give you the right to judge me.
My skin doesn't give you the right to oppress me.
Yet, what gives you the right to do these things?
NOTHING, Like Martin Luther King Jr. said judge me
based on the context of my character and not the
color of my skin. Yet why do you constantly do the opposite.
My future is just as bright as yours but you push me over to the peek.
My ideas is just as intelligent as yours but you don't let me speak,
But since you judged me based on my skin, you will never know how
things could have been.

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