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Growing Up

Skin Colour

By Annie WilliamsPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
Annie Williams

The colour of my skin

Has always been seen as a sin

bullies they are everywhere

Taking me down, they just don't care

My mother used to say you gotta work harder

Because if you don't you wont go further

Is this the life you want to lead

A life you get but not what you need

But school wasn't the place I wanted to be

Racists and bullies always picking on me

The list of names they called me was endless

But my biggest worry was being friendless

I can still hear their words as they spin around

Like god sprayed me brown

missing my soles and palms

as they were on the ground

Racists and bullies everywhere, no-one ever seems to care

Black magic, chocolate drop

Rubber lips and golliwog

The names are so harsh and abrupt

Left me feeling like I was corrupt

This life of mine made me scream and shout

Someone please tell me whats this all about

The colour of skin

does it really define who you are or where you've been

Blood flows red no matter what your colour

Black, brown yellow, that's my honour

Racists, bullies everywhere, no-one ever seems to care

Shootings, stabbings riots, plenty of fights

The boys in blue are really cut out tonight

Someone tell them there is no win to this fight

Does it really matter who is wrong or right

We are all equal in every way

But some think they're bigger better each day

Racists, bullies everywhere, no-one ever seems to care

Black and white what does it all mean

And what about us we are in between

Middle Eastern, Asian, Chinese we are so many

Count us if you will, because we are plenty

They talk of black excellence as if we should all take part

And black lives matter hits us straight in the heart

Racists, bullies everywhere, no-one ever seems to care

No matter who you are or what you do

The racists and bullies come after you

In the sports we play to the movies we watch

We are still surrounded, still being mocked

People dyeing in this war over skin colour

for centuries its gone on

Can you hear us all holler

One day I pray we will all be free

No more riots or fighting

only we can form a better history

Racists, bullies everywhere, no-one ever seems to care

Lets change this now and stop the fighting

Let our kids grow up in a land of no rioting

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About the Creator

Annie Williams

I have recently discovered writing and the enjoyment it gives me to release a lot of good and bad memories. Growing up was tough and to put all that in words gives great freedom.

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