The moment I realized I was black is when I was five my mom said son for you to be successful you have to reach beyond the skies.
Their might be more obstacles for you to overcome then someone with a somewhat pale complexion.
At that point in time I didn't realize what that meant now I see how differently I am treated because the color of my skin.
The older I got the further I grow apart from people who was lighter then me or people just of other race.
Because we wasn't treated the same .
Me being called a thug,and thief ,while you are being a scholar ,and king .
We was once the closest of friends before we knew what race we were.
But now knowing how life is I see the truth beyond my eyes I know who is the real thieves and thugs and it's not my people.
