I try to imagine myself in a world where there’s no black and white
Just Yellow, green, and beautiful blue.
In the red reality we live in, it’s hard to just be yellow.
It’s hard to be just you…
I was born this way. That’s the truth.
But I can’t say I’m happy with this me. Society makes it hard for me to breathe in peace.

Black and white is all they see, but why can’t you just see… Remy?
I’m black and they tell me to be proud. Well give me a reason to say “I’m proud.” Mocking me for saying my life matters, laughing at me while saying fried chicken, telling me to pick cotton, and throwing paper at me, telling me to just “**** it up.”

Being this unique comes with a price. Being black isn’t a blessing, it’s an inconvenience. Why should I shame myself for being born with this color? Why should I apologize to others for not being born with their skin?

There’s a world in picture books and fairy tales that only consist of yellow, green and beautiful blue. But in this reality… You wish for me to be the color you choose.