Reality through my brown eyes

Taught to be

We all bleed red

People forget that because too often labels are embedded in our heads

New mother

Here's your baby girl

Trinity Green

Brown skin

Brown eyes 

African American

That day my mother was extremely happy

Having her second baby girl

Little did she know she was bring baby girl into a world full of labels

When I came into the world my first words were not I am black

That label got stamped on my back see

I  cried just like any other newborn

See now as little baby gets older

It is taught to be its label

I was taught to be black

I was shaped and molded into this

See we, yea you and me

Are born as a unique individuals

Not as a race

Because race brings stereotypes

Stereotypes that follow me into adulthood

I get out of college and go to my interview

The first thing I'm asked is to fill out a application

See that's okay because it's typical in every nation

The first question says please circle your race or ethnicity

Why does it matter ?  I'm thinking  nervous

my palms are sweaty

If I circle my race will I be disqualified

Will my chances be exonerated

I'm tired of living like this

I want to live in a world where labels don't exist