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You're like that one skeleton in the closet no one wants to let out wyd
My Shade
So because I'm a darker shade of brown than you, I'm threatening?
Because my way of speech confuses the likes of you, I'm dangerous to society?
Because I walk to the beat of the street with my feet, catching all eyes on me?
That's sickening.
That's foolish and I'm fooled.
This concept has fooled me.
My brain has been scattered across my skull.
And I find myself trying to put together 2 and 2.
But only coming up with 3.
Because it doesn't add up with me.
Your concept has scattered my brain across my skull.
And her I am trying to put together the pieces of a confused man, confused by your concept.
Am I wrong?
Am I wrong to talk with ebonics because my people were restricted from the proper education of a man who happened to be a shad of pink?
Am I wrong to crave the food created from an oppressed soul because the stylings of the pink shades were untold.
I am a darker shad of brown because my people encountered dark times, and I am a reflection of them.
I am a darker shade of brown because because people like you threw shade at me.
I am a darker shade of brown because I cannot be seen as the same as someone like you, who only concludes their ideas off of a different shade than you.
I am a darker shade of brown because I wouldn't have it any other way.
Proud of what my people did for me, and I won't turn back any day.
If I have offended you don't blame it on my shade.
Blame it on the concept of my brain, because my shade of brown cannot change.
My shade of brown will always remain.
As long as the sky is blessed with the presence of the sun.
As long as the ocean hugs the the land we stand on.
As long as the stars' smile shines in the dark.
As long as the planets play in the vast field, and mark
These words I speak to you.
Because they are brown too.
-L.J. Hughes