I’m sorry if I don’t understand,
and will continue to not understand
what makes my life any less valuable because of the colour of my skin.
what gives you the right to judge me because my
skin isn’t the same colour as yours?
am I not a human being too?
do I not also breathe the same air as you?
or my body work the same way as yours?
do I not need sleep, and to
eat and to
drink and to
live in a house like you do?
do I not deserve
the same opportunities as you?
or to have the same standard as life as
do I not have the same
as you? to feel
loved and be loved? to feel
do I simply not deserve any of those things
because you are scared of my skin colour not being the same as yours?
because, yes, I had a choice.
I had a choice to be born into a world where before I’m even born,
I am judged,
my family is judged
because our skin is simply not the
“desired” colour of skin in this world.
because some people decide to
based on the colour of skin
I did not get to choose.
they decide to
without even knowing who I am.
you don’t get to pick and choose who deserves life.
that is not your choice,
and you don’t get to judge me based on the colour of my skin,
because ignorance is not bliss, ignorance is dangerous.
you no longer have a choice to be
ignorant in this world, because that ignorance could be
the end of you.
our eyes have to be
because we have to speak for those who can’t.
those who are scared, because
I am tired
of the hate in this world.
I am tired, and I am angry.
what gives you the right to judge me
based on the colour of my skin?
who gave you the right?