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The Color of Our Skin

Does It matter if the color of my skin black or white I should be judged upon, or is it just the thought that my ancestors once a slave; me growing up a black child. Should you look beyond this skin they call “Chocolate” but made within us brown, the texture of our skin can not only come as a color but a heritage once long ago. You May not like the way we look, the way we stare, or the way we eat, its what us as black children were brought up as. Don’t call us a slave just because our clothes tend to fall off, or a shoe string may not be tide. If your skin would be made the same color as mine, would you still have hate for me? Or would you not say anything at all, because we were equal? Do we deserve to be treated like animals, or like dirt rather say? Or is it just because you hate the color of our skin.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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