They say you’re too dark,
Or too light to belong,
Too weak, too strong,
Too right, too wrong.
They judge by your clothes,
By your name, by your skin,
And decide who you are,
Before you begin.
They say you can’t dream,
If you’re born without gold,
That only the rich
Can be brave, can be bold.
But we’re more than the labels,
More than they see,
More than their stories
Of who we should be.
Let’s break all these walls,
Tear down the divide,
In our hearts, in our minds,
Let kindness decide.
Natiqua Haque
