I stand alone
looking at the color of my skin
That made me invisible to the world
Giving birth to a rage that has grown within
. . .
I don’t want to be judged for the skin I wear
but for good work and actions to be fair
The stares I get ignores the ‘human’ I am and what I stand for
I feel appraised and sense my feelings roar
. . .
My colored skin exhibits stares of neglect
And the slightest things I do becomes oddly twisted
My actions are watched by people around
And I fear for my life and try not getting gunned down
. . .
Invisibility is the only solution I can think of
In a world with so much cruelty and minimal love
So the world will stop exposing its anger and hatred
And let me be free in my mind and in my body’s cage
This post was previously published on Equality Includes You and is republished here with permission from the author.
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