Bleak Like Me

Driving out the bleakness

Pink like me

Blank like me

Oh the tragedy

To be a

Freak like me

It’s with my humanity, I wrestle

Sometimes feel, like an empty vessel

Nothing proud to stand for

Certainly not my skin color

How does skin pigment, have any worth

When it’s strictly, an accident of birth

Society doesn’t seem to be to bright

When it considers, shades of pink, white.

No better,  getting on the right track

Regarding anything brown,  as black.

Until we are all gray and homogenized

Differences, shouldn’t make us terrorized

Celebrating differences could be grand

If we weren’t making everything so bland

Inspired by listening to the audio book “Black Like Me” by John Griffin