I Have No Color

I have no color My wrists bleed black and white I am not ashamed I am true to myself Because I know that naturally, I am beautiful People can judge, and announce my difference But I will embrace it ‘Cause I know who I am And I love the skin I’m in I should not be defined by my pigmentation, But by the creativeness of my imagination And the person I am inside despite their augmentation To make me believe that I am less than a person The names they throw at me Pierce my outer covering But they don’t change who I am Because words are merely words They don’t define me I am the beautiful product Of a black man and a white woman A little grey girl with curly hair and dark skin When you look at me Do you see what they see? Or do you see through my skin? I am different I am mixed I am beautiful I am me