They say I am not me
Then who am I ?
They tell me to take the shoes from off my feet,
And throw them away

They ask me what I am wearing
I know they are mocking me
“Why is your hair in braids?”
“You are not the right shade”

They tell me to go wash my makeup off
That I can’t wear too much on my face
They tell me that’s not how a white girls suppose to dress
They tell me to act my race

They tell me to stop talking how I talk
Don’t I talk how everyone talks ?
Don’t I walk how everyone walks ?

They are trying to lock me in a box
Throw away the key that makes me,
Me
They try to make me change to fit in with society

They are creating my anxiety
Forcing my insobriety
An impropriety to my surroundings

So I won’t wear my ***** “white girl” hair out
I wont check out “American Indian” on my applications
“My skin is white”
“It’s too light”
So I can’t check my race ? Right ?

Society will be the destruction of my soul
A tsunami that gets drained by a black hole,
Whole
Another soul wasted,
The word “variety” with no meaning
Judgement with no ending

Was that too straight forward?
Was that not okay to say?
Why pay attention to your words when u can just pray it away
But praying does not fix it and make it okay