My parents told me growing up, color didn't matter.
My mother, white. My biological father, black.
And seeing them be in love,
I believed that for a long time.
That in the rainbow, all colors were equal
Until, I decided purple was my favorite.
I chose purple when I could have chosen red
I chose purple, when I had 5 other colors
I chose purple, favoring it because it was a prettier color.
Like some people decide white, was the superior color.
Racism in America, is in a closet
Ignored and unaddressed.
No one bothering to acknowledge it
And change it.
No one taking the time
To really think about the times
That someone died because of their race
The color of their skin
So insignificant
But apparently,
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They're stories didn't matter
Their feelings, not important.
Their families, were not valuable compared to others.
Imagine that
A child, waking up without a mother or father.
A mother sobbing to the sky about her lost child
A brother or sister, missing their other half
Do you feel their pain?
Our pain?
We are shadowed behind suspicion and doubt
Our past influencing our stories and faces
And they see, what we had done.
It will never escape us.
want that to change
I want the world to choose the whole rainbow
I want all colors to be equal.
I want to live, freely.
I want to be able to feel happy in my skin.
I want to go outside and be proud to be myself
I want, to be free.
