The color I’m in does not justify who I am
As you may say that I don’t act black
The color I’m in does not justify the way I speak...
As you may say that I talk like a white person
The color I’m in does not justify the way I look...
As you may say I’m too pretty for a black girl
To this day racism still exists, not only for my race but for others as well such as those who are middle eastern
The color is not important, we are all human beings
Equality is what matters the most
One race should not think they’re superior than the other
I am not a Color
I am an African American women
With pride and Joy
With goals and passion in life
I am me
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I write anything that comes in mind.
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