Does the color of my skin
Offend your presence
Why am I labeled
As just a black
Uneducated, welfare
Individual
Does the color of my skin
Make me a drug dealer
Why should me being black
Want to sell drugs on the street
Does the color of my skin
Make me a section A
Food stamp, wic
Individual
Last I checked every race
Struggled to survive
Does the Color of my skin
Make me from the
Ghetto or Projects
I thought I was living in a wealthy neighborhood
Does the color of my skin
Determine my education
Harvard or Yale met their quota
I got in because of academics
Does the color of my skin
Offend you so much
That you have to call the cops
On every black human being
That you encounter
I’m sorry that my skin
Disgust you
But I’m unapologetically black
Im not the next criminal,
Baby mama, street hooker
I am your next boss, doctor,
Lawyer, Urban Planner
Maybe the color of my
Melanin skin
Upsets you because
You finally see
What the real success looks like





















