Ourselves through a mirror: Thoughts of the voiceless

Who am I?

Who am I?
Am I the color of my skin?
Am I half Filipino? Half Indian?
Who are you to say?
I believe I'm human.

You might judge me for my accent,
My looks, the way I walk,
You may criticize me for my colour,
Now hey. It's my turn to talk.

Did you know slavery still happens?
Even when its 2017,
Where blacks are kept away,
Because they seem unclean.

Have you ever heard?
The cries of little girls,
Trying to scrub off their colour,
And straighten their curls,

While the whole world watches,
Pressing likes, and re tweets,
But those likes won't matter,
When colored still bow down to white feet.

Are you scared of the stereotypes?
That you, yourself have placed,
Apparently the whiter the more beautiful,
Honey Look. We're not Barbie's in a case.

What's wrong with equality?
Do your peers think its lame?
It's supposed be to be unity,
Not a blame game,

Do you not care at all?
Do you show no mercy?
'Cause, all I see are humans
But no humanity.

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A/N: I wrote this based on a topic that has affected me in certain areas of my life and I wanted to share this with you. To spread awareness on knowing that this is one of the reasons that is dividing us. Not just as countries but as human beings.

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