Hue of your Skin

by Beatriz Zamora   Mar 3, 2006


The hue of your face,
the reminder of your race.
The start of many fights,
crying yourself to sleep every night.
Some people recruit you,
some people ignore you,
some people spit at your feet,
others, your eyes will not meet.
All in all,
racism will be our downfall.

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