Colored
They say I am colored.
Can someone please explain?
What does it mean?
My blood is red like yours and theirs,
I might just have lighter or darker skin.
But what do I know, you are the expert.
I can converse with you.
I might have just a different accent.
But you can clearly understand,
When I am talking.
But what do I know, you are the expert.
You say I am colored,
What makes me different?
Is it the texture of my hair?
Or the pigmentation of my skin?
I thought it just protects me from sunburn.
But what do I know, you are the expert.
What is colored?
Do they look different?
Or like everyone,
Blessed with more or less melanin?
But what do I know, you are the expert.
Are we all not colored?
Instead of white and black.
We all have different shades of hues.
Even you.
But what do I know, you are the expert.
Copyright © Roebain Christians | Year Posted 2022
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