I come home full of bruises

But who says I didn’t ask for them

Every one else thinks that I deserve what happened

I continue to ask myself why

As if it will make a difference

What did I do to them

Is it because I looked at him wrong

Did I say something stupid

But of course I know it’s because I’m a different colo

r A different race

Not human

Just a face

But I know I’m better than a face in the crowd

I was raised to be different

I was born to stand up to all the stereotypes

I was told to resist the social grouping that plagues the world...

Yet it continues to happen

And I continue to break

But I can only take so much

Before I put my life at stake.