Not so coloured after all

You degrade me by the color of my skin

Treating me like a robot with no feelings

You think what you’re doing is no big sin

When in truth your words need a little healing

You think that I’m colored? That I’m black?

Not deserved to be near you because of my diversity?

Well listen to this and you’ll take it all back

And learn the true meaning of equality

For when I was born I was black

When I grew up I was black

When I’m out in the sun I’m black

When I’m cold I’m black

When I’m sick I’m black

When I die I’m black

But…

When you are born you’re all pink

When you grow up you turn white

Are you starting to sense where this links?

Read a little more before you backbite

When you’re out in the sun you turn red

When you’re feeling cold you turn blue

Are you starting to get rid of that big head?

Hold on, I’ve got more to argue

When you’re sick you turn green

When you die you turn purple

I guess you think I’m a little obscene

Never knew my words would be so hurtful

I’m just showing you a little insight

Hoping you’ll feel a little shame

Calling me colored is a worthless fight

You’re the colored one here, while I remain the same…

*Note, these are not my actual words. I was inspired by a forward email I received and just changed it around a bit to make it into a poem

.x Wandering Daydreamer x.