Me

Why is it necessary to know the colour under my skin?

No answer could ever really win

Especially when you can’t see the person within

Beauty isnt only skin deep?..But my skin is all you can see

Does the lack of melatonin change my personality?

If you was blind then maybe you would really see

A shade of colour is not my identity

We all bleed the same

All cry tears of pain

Anguish doesn’t preference colour

Heartbreak is not distinguished by race

Are you deciding on how to treat me?

Will it be different to what you think you see?

Talk down to me? Or maybe miss me completely?

I’m not a racist but...is how all your sentences begin

At the same time my heritage is important to me

It shouldn’t define the way you treat me

I didn’t choose this name nor body

God just blessed me this way

I refuse to apologise for just being

me