Stop Hating My Blackness

Why do you see me by the colour of my skin and not the depth of what lies within, why do you blame the culture I'm from instead of seeing me as just a human, why don't you research history and see my success and victory through slavery? I walk into your shop, thinking I'm there to steal so your security follow me like I'm on twitter but no I'm better. Don't snare me for my shade because of your hate or other bad elements, I'm eloquent and decent. My greater parents did the time, almost like they were sentence to life, treated like swines when it was just the colour of our skin suffering the brutal torment of your sins. I don't hate you, yes I blame you, yes I would irradiate the thoughts of your hate so you'd have no reason to celebrate and hate on my beautiful shade, yet you sit in the sun to emulate.