Just a Color

      Black is just a color

It’s not who I am

It’s not a personality

So it’s not who I’ve got to be

I could’ve been as light as sand

But I chose to be as dark as midnight

I could’ve been an English queen

But I chose to be a Nubian goddess

N---- is not my name

So don’t call me by it

I’m not somebody’s homegirl

So don’t expect me to be rollin’ with thugs

I’m not your sista

’Cause we didn’t come from the same womb

I’m not somebody’s baby mama

So don’t expect me to come home pregnant

A lot of things come to mind when people think black

Like stupid, violent, scary, ignorant, different, and ugly

But I think of it as beautiful, brave, bold, and world changing

I wasn’t brought up in the ’hood

So don’t expect me to be ghetto

I hope this poem makes a difference

’Cause black is just a color

It’s not who I am