. Passin Thought.
whats the price of my darkskinned roots,
the stares and the stereotypes,
i can’t explain what its like to walk out
and not get shun by the other race, but by my own....
and what its like to feel alone in a close knit community
forgetting all about the unity
the blood from me to you , to match our race
but you care more about how pretty ma face
is , and how my hair is textured.
You care about how clear my skin is,
is my shade too dark, could hardly see my features
and you choose to mock and bring me down
and you dare ask why i always frown
when you come around....
I try and smile and ignore the mentality
it took years to get us to hate and turn against each other,
and we fake it till we make it, bring up the community
but like I said theres no connection.... just darker shades shunned.
I tried to bleach my skin
but felt dead within...
I dont know where to begin....
I always feel like an outcast sin
Because I was born darkskin.
