Where do I belong?

I will never fit in if my friends are white.

I will never fit in no matter how hard I fight.

I will not broadcast the wealthy complexion.

So , therefore, I will face rejection.

I will never fit in if my friends are white.

I will always be excluded for my melanin that is skin tight.

No matter what I may be within.

The truth is too embedded in my skin.

What do I have to do to show them I don’t fit in a category.

Forget the past, can I just tell my story?

I am not a thief, I am not a liberal.

Being black should not be a reason for you to belittle ...me.

I will never fit in if my friends are black.

“You dress white” “You talk white” This and that.

I will not show stereotypical characteristics because that’s not who I am.

I can’t change the person within, life is not a test correction exam.

I will never fit in if my friends are black.

I will always be excluded because apparently my melaninness seems to lack.

So where do I belong in the ring of fire?

Am I the oppressor or the oppressed?

Tell me whose side I need to stand on that will fit me best.

Not my physical attributes, but what’s on the inside.

If i’m neither nor, has a new race arrived?

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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