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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Look at my skin, And categorize me. Put me in a column, The society is sickening. Not a day would pass without me getting called out. What do I need to do to live in piece? My skin doesn’t define me, When can I speak? Freedom of speech? Huh, what a silly thing. Every time I speak, You act like I’m a little kid. The color of my skin, Is hard to find on screens. Perhaps white is preferable, Or I’m just overreacting I have a name you know, Why call me by a color? I’m not a walking object, And yes I am bothered. I never received apologies, After anyone said anything offensive to me. I am a human too, Put yourself in my shoes. When can we end this? How many more poems to come? How many more riots to count down? How many march to volunteer? A crazy old man said “the end is near” No, stop calling me selfish! I’m trying to defend myself, can’t you accept this? If this is what the society has become, No wonder there are suicides around Gunshots and wounds, Can never teach the fools. If a color is what it takes to get hate, The humans we are now is a disgrace. The generation would come, Would be a hopeless one I’m sure. If the society is like this, The seed of success is ruined. My dearest ancestors who died in their grave, They are thought being brown was a mistake. It is still the same until this day. I guess society has never changed. A color is not my name. A color should be praised. A child should be taught, Being themselves is not a fault A color doesn’t define anyone, A color doesn’t speak for anyone, Actions are what separate us, A color plays an innocent part A color is not my name
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