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Feb 2013
I live in the house
even though it aint mine
Eating all this good food
even though its just the *** end parts of what's left of the swine
I wear the best of clothes
even though they wouldn't be fit to clean a floor
I am better than you
I am lighter than you
My complexion will get me through life
I don't have to worry bout the same problems the same strife
As you
I can't help fate made you dark as the midnight skies
Made life nothing but pain heartache struggle
No matter how hard you try
If you could I know you would trade places with me
This light skin opens doors
They dont see me as a threat I'm "safe"
Complacent humble the person they need for you to be
You work your fingers to the bone
Feet raw from exposure to the elements
Time spent
Outside
Sun beating of that dark skin
The scars the wisdom the pain the tears
Shows so much on your sun beaten face
Treated lower than the belly of a flea touching the ground
All because you were born the wrong race
But when I speak up
I'm shut down
There's a look of confusion horror and disgust
They saw my light skin and saw a small piece of themselves but more of you
They instilled self hatred to gain my trust
They made me hate my own
just because my color was different
Even though we are one in the same
Brainwashed us to play this sick game of self loathing
self pity self nothingness
Treating our lives as a game
keeping that separation
You to hate me for the material possessions you blame my skin for
Me to hate you for envying my status i blame your skin for
They dont need to **** us hold us down
We never emancipated ourselves from this prison of self
And no amount of wealth could ever buy
the respect we are due
I am lighter than you
But at the end of that I am you...black
ShenequaMonroe
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