Sampada Sharma
Stop looking at my skin like it defines me
The amount of melanin I have doesn’t make me a thief
A murderer
A racist
An atheist
Stop acting like you know me when you see the color of my skin
I am not the thief you make me out to be
Not the murderer you think you see
When you open your eyes
And dark skin greets you
People see what they want to see
And hear what they want to hear
They want to believe that we are the murderers
Thieves
That we eat children for lunch
That we are monsters
They can’t open up their eyes and see that it’s just another color
Like red
Like Blue
That it doesn’t matter what color we are
In the end
We all shed tears and we all bleed red
And we all have monsters living inside of our head
So why the hate? Why the anger?
Why presume you have others figured out
When you haven’t a clue who you are
Racism is taught not born
So
Don’t presume you know me when you see the color of my skin
I am not racist just because I am lighter than you
I don’t think I am above you
Nature gave us color with privileges of our own
Just remember
Racism was something humans learned all on their own
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