Who ever said that your hair had to be long or that the color of your skin had to be pale in order to excel in this man made world? I see you looking at me as if I should walk in shame for having the color that you try so hard to maintain. You look down at me as if my body is filled with disease. Thanking God that you look nothing like me, but in your heart there is nothing but pure lust. You are just sitting there contemplating on how to become one of us and by us I mean this beautiful, black, intelligent human being. In which you claim to despise, but we both know that you are just the devil in disguise. Trying to compromise anything that I do and always quick to put claims on things that you no dont belong to you. Never willing to give credit where credit is due, but then again nothing surprises me when its coming from you. The next time you pass by a mirror you should take a good look and the reflection you see will be one of a crook.
