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
Copyright © Deja Sterling | Year Posted 2014
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