My Skin
I feel hated
I see the faces
Of the people who hate me
The people with a darker complexion than me
Asians, Mexicans, African Americans
Not all but some
The list goes on and on
Because I'm white I have no choice but success
But could you look at me and tell that I've been homeless?
That me and my mom used to live in our car?
And bathe in the creek when it was dark?
No you could never look and tell
Because since I'm white that means I can't fail.
Because I'm white I'll never know what racism is
I'll never be stereotyped or hated
I'll just be told I'm racist because of the color of my skin
But I guess it has to happen
Because somebody has to pay for my ancestors' sins