Black
As a kid Black was just a color in the crayon box
It was the color of the night sky
It was word I used to describe my best friends hair
It was the color of the pen I used to draw all over my little white dress
Now Black is the reason why when I walk into a lily white room all eyes turn on me
Silently asking what is this little black girl doing here
Black
The reason why when I went to camp no one wanted to be my friends because you see
My skin was black and there's was white Black
The reason why when I simply state I attend private school
A look of shock goes across every face in the room
They then feel the need to say
So I'm guessing your mom's a doctor and your dad's a lawyer
But imagine their suprise when I simply state
No
My mom stays at home relaxing all day and my dad likes to go fishing sometimes So tell me
When did black stop being just a color in the crayon box