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.
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