And yet...

Monday, January 30, 2017 - 6:53pm
And yet we bleed the same and share the same parts
 
but privilege is your name while mine is Black like the galaxy. And you
 
have connotations like beach white or innocence and I can’t even find
 
the proper name to represent me. And yet I smile through day and night
 
while my grass is high and my smile lights, the blocks because where
 
I come from there are no street lights. We are vastly different yet the same
 
my name ends with a or iesha and I'm considered ghetto and Emily is French
 
white. Judged based off the color of my skin but not what lies within
 
and yet we read the same books and you're off the hook because you claim
 
to not be racist because you have one Black friend.