I was born with a permanent tan.
And if I do the best I can,
I still get called a name.
Why must I take the blame?
I had no say when I was born.
So I don’t understand your scorn.
Why hate me for my complexion?
This could have been your reflection.
I will not let you break me down,
solely because my skin is brown.
Even if I’m solid Black,
there’s not one human trait I lack.
Throw caution to the wind.
Reach out, you’d find a friend.
I bleed the same as you.
And smile when you do too.
We’re all just one big race,
trying hard to find our place.
In the grander scheme of things,
strive for love and what it brings.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2013 Shelby I. Courtland