They say being different makes us unique But when our skin is different we become incomplete If we are born to that of a race that is to dark And not white We become outcast I'm not being racist but why is it that being black Is looked down upon Growing up id feel the constant stares the hate filled looks Being a little kid i didnt understand Just miss understood I never knew what i consider my beauty others consider my flaw Because i'm not like them i had to fight each day Because i'm not white I had to worry about being shot Or getting killed by the cops I'm not saying this because i'm black And i may seem racist but i'm stating facts I'm am a person of colour but why does my colour define me My skin is just a part of me like colour on a canvas there's a bigger picture I am not the colour of my skin I'm me And why is that so hard to understand When did our value become our skin If i'm black and they are white Why am i treated like i've got no right The colour i am isn't me Why does no one understand To be seen as something other than right I'm human not paper Dipped in the wrong colour but black isn't a colour its a shade so what am i if not just human I don't want to be name called and looked down upon Have my colour become an insult And hate myself because i'm Not white
im not saying this because im racist ive just had so many people exclaim oh your black like it was out of the ordinary and people stare at me constantly on the street its weird suddenly being screamed at because of your skin