Yea Im mixed, but im just like you
Dont i have the same right to know my roots?
I've always been too much for one side n not enough for the other.
Im either too expressive or not expressive enough
At times I couldn't define my own color.
They told me colorism existed but I couldnt feel the difference
I looked at all my people from a close distance
Afraid of the existance they both brought on to me
"Oh who's black? Let me guess, your moms white n your dads black thats usually how it goes. Yea u dont count ur too light ur too nice. You grew up on that side why u tryna act like us?"
But thats the problem, ignorants so quick to assume
How can I try acting like something that was already written deep in my roots?
You see, we come from the same hurt, hell we probably got the same wounds.
My blackness was tormented right in my own home so out there was an easier kinda fume
I may not have the darkest skin but i forsure have the deepest roots.
About the Creator
Kaaliyah Reyna
scientist poet/writer. higher power rebellion. soul healer. love giver. seeking and embracing my truth in this life.
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