Tan skinned.
still tan without a sun kiss
still darker than the white kids
not dark enough to know what the struggle is.

Caught between a rock and a hard place,
that little box you check for two or more races
Always having people telling me where to stand, but this is my space
Like discrimination doesn't apply, if only you'd tie on my laces.

Because nothing's more confusing than a half-breed
You don't know what side to friend or fear, which side you'll mostly see.
It's almost as if only my skin tone defines me,
but not the content of my character, as we all have dreamed.

Growing up, I never noticed a difference.
No matter the shade, I never paused for a second.
Un-mirrored figures never swayed me to keep my distance,
It's strange to live in a world incapable of coexistence.

Sometimes I wish I was on a definite "side"
It wouldn't matter to me if it was black or white.
I'm not a big stickler for racial pride because in the end,
well beginning, it's all up to God.