I’m not white which makes me not right.
So I can relate to the hate society feels,
Because of the color of my skin.
It’s like I’ve commented the most deadliest sin.
Oppression Depression is my first and middle name.
And when I’m around I’m always the one to blame.
Because society makes sure that I feel the shame of slavery,
poverty and not knowing my families African name.
I’m a faceless girl in a race I can’t win,
all because of the color of my skin.
And when I walk down the street the demons are chasing me,
But when they catch me sometimes they have a face like me.
I’m not only hated by the other man,
Emotionally I’ve been attacked,
Beaten and physically mistreated by my own kind.
Labeled as the brother man.
So where I do I go?
How will I hide?
All the hatred I feel inside.
For myself, my race and anyone else who shares the disgrace.
Of black colored skin,
Which has to be the most deadliest sin.