I caught them staring
Whispering behind my back
I did not choose to be different
But yet they think it was my choice
I did not choose my skin colour
They look at me with ugly stares
I did not choose my race
To them am a curse
A taboo
But am only human
With a different skin tone
How do l reason with people
Who wish to **** me
They call me names
To them l am trash
And trash needs to be disposed
They are plotting against me
They are thinking of ways
To get rid of me
And l just wonder
What l ever did wrong
I just wonder if this hatred will ever stop