The color of my skin

Is it the color of my eyes.
Is it the color of my skin.
Is it the thickness of my thighs.
Or is it just because you don't know the person within.

You don't even know my name,
what I like to do
Or my favorite game,

You just judge me from what you
But I can tell you don't know the real me.

I'm in love with poetry
The words that rhyme to describe me is poetry

But you wouldn't know that
Because you judge me from what you see.

My favorite music is rap, hip-hop and r&b
But once again, you wouldn't know that cuz' you judge me from what you see.

When I was younger my parents told me
Watch who you talk to
You turn your back and they will slice you, they don't like you
They don't care about you
They don't even like you

Because I'm from a different nation
Because I'm a different creation
Everywhere I go, it's like I'm on an evaluation
It's always, always an accusation
But aren't I aloud an education.

If it wasn't for Martin Luther King
I would be accused for everything
Because of the color,
Thee color of my skin
Nobody wants to know the person within

Everywhere I go
people want to know
What am I doing here
And I always get that hated stare.

Just because the color of my skin
It's like I just committed a sin

But it hurts
Because people were treated like this
This took place in history
That's why this really hurts me.

People were killed
Because they were black
They were hated
Just because of that

All because the color of my skin, they're skin. Because we're BLACK