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
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