No matter the time that has passed
The color of my skin
Will always be a problem
Time and time again
How this country was built on the back of colored people
Yet so many fought against their recognition
Cultures only began to thrive cause of their creativity
When the colored folk began to dance
Everyone grew mesmerized
Their moves were a signature
That wrote greatness each place it touched
Now the minorities seemed to grow
How their talent flourished
No longer allowing to be suppressed
Taking over television
While others conquered singing
Music became multicultural
Where the color of your skin didn’t matter because of your talent
But yet there’s scenarios a white man will never feel
Those rules repeat by parents for safety
They never endured those long lectures
Instead they debated who can go where
How much you were worth
But yet colored people are the ones who are feared?