It bothers me that the colour of your skin is supposed to define who you are as a person.
I am who I am, the colour of my skin, the language I speak with my family and where I was born doesn't define my worth because how could it?
I didn't have a say in it,
I can't control it
I didn't choose to be born olive skinned.
People who joke about race scare me
The idea that they think they're better than me because of the colour of their skin is deeply disturbing and a bit disgusting.
They say there is always a hint of seriousness behind every joke
So be careful of what you joke about
Be careful of what words you speak
Words hold so much power
Words can be degrading
People have died over this...
Before you make a racist joke
Think of it as this,
Will this comment I am about to make
Effect this person on a deeper level?
Will it make them feel sad and small?
Because that's what society does, when they try to define you based on the colour of your skin.
I am not the colour of my skin
Just because my ancestors in the past did some terrible things does not mean I am born to be terrible
Please
Be careful of what you say next
Taste your words before you spit them out...
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Haunted |+18|
PoetryA letter of all the things I cannot say out loud but am constantly thinking and being haunted by. Dark content used in the story Read at your own risk
