color
          like ink
spilled on my skin
                                I
                          ­­                   didn't ask for you to treat me this way.  


                                     different.
   but i know, always and forever, this will be.
            
whether black, brown, or native
             you are a costume, a worker, or simply a joke.
    crazy, insane to think.

it will always be there
     ingrained in the earth itself
the blood of these people, the works of men long gone.
horror. injustice. malice.
dont just wash away.
'can i touch your hair?'  'you're so much darker than me.'

because i am brown.

i will always be brown.

you will always be white.

there will always be difference