I am black with light skin who's roots run deeper than the seven seas,
acceptance of all color and creed,
with the passed down scars of my family tree all over me,
an unsafe feeling but yet the wounds remain ungashed from the past,
an equal but how long will it last,
the only saved outcast different from many others no matter white or black,
just because I use my paint brush different but still capable to copy cat an image,
So don't say I'm any different because everyone has dreams you see through eyes with a twinkled glisten,
Reaching past the stars in the sky,
YOU ARE READING
An Equal Slur
PoesíaA short collection of self made poems and view points of the world as the perspective of others from my roots in which they all digest in a pool of questions in which they seek equal and what type of equality they wish to possess.
