Confusion.

When walking down the street

I have a tendency to get looks

an eye glance here and there

I don’t mind it to much

it means I’m special

it’s when the glances come with ignorance

my mind has a tendency to get flustered.

that’s when it hits.

and I’m the lost one

because I refuse to be seen as one thing

since my speech and race don’t seem to quite match

I apparently have an identity crisis

but that’s cool

I realize my worth is more then in my skin

I don’t mean to be indignant

but I refuse to not be heard

There is more to my identity

then the complexion that was placed on me

a wise guy once said

“we are the people every one wants to be like,

but never the people you want to be”

while I understand that all colors don’t really make a rainbow,

I know they can still blend to make art

create beauty in whats become this ugly world

and instead of catching the falling hate

throw out love

passion

excitement

Acceptance...

and understand what is

or change it to make what needs to be

I consider myself a Woman

I know that I'm a Friend

I try to be a Learner

I will be a Lover

But I will not be considered to be anything other

THEN WHAT I AM!

**** that

just to clear up the confusion

I

am not

a Color.

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