All this, cause of the colour of my skin?
Why are we outsiders.

It’s crazy how the world sees you by your colour
So you hide your beliefs with fake smiles and no honour
And your gene screams out but that’s nothing you can’t fix with a contour
So we adopt your hairstyles
Mock our intonations
Institutionalize your culture
Disintegrate our tradition
Modify our choice of clothing
Transmogrify our taste buds
Alter our names, but it still doesn’t cut it .
We still are outsiders
We walk amongst you but you don’t see us
We scream in volumes of excruciating pain but you don’t hear us
Breathe the same air but you don’t rate us
We are lesser beings in this time despite the facade of everyone being “woke”
We take the pain and juice it out
Hoping to make some greens from the adversity
I’m no better as I follow the herd with my pen
But don’t blame me, blame the system.
The only black card I want to have in play should be one with limitless funds
As the internet and capitalism makes it all commercial
Scientists refer to us as the human race
But reality makes it seem like it’s a colour race
And gentrification storms in at an alarming rate
I should let go of all of this weight
So I sit back and self reflect
All this, because of the COLOUR of my skin!!!!



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