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All this, cause of the colour of my skin?

Why are we outsiders.

By Danielle AkinbadePublished 5 years ago 1 min read

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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