Dear world, please help me understand what makes me so different than you
I am a father like you
I am a husband like you
I hold a job and degrees like you but yet my skin does not fit you
MY parents raised me not to see color so why do you
I am the same as you and you
You can judge me but only for what I do but my skin color should not be judged too
My wife is white and my kids are mixed to but yet you still pick and choose. Please help me understand why I can not win in world designed to make me lose
I am confused
2/2/19
HBG
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- Comment from author about the poem: More like a letter to the world on indifferences of races. It’s not that I find it unfair that my interracial family gets judge I just want better answers of why. My 7 yr old constantly ask me about it and I want something better to tell her. I grew up going through it and I can’t watch my children go through the same.
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I understand where you are coming from. In my marriage I am the white one and all I can say is hold your head up high - you are better than those who make adverse judgements. A well expressed piece of work.
Too many bad judgements passed on by our fore bears from less enlightened times. Well thats how it was for me. The wind of change blew hard and strong when my childhood TV screen showed me the civil rights marches of the 60's and i began to make judgements for myself.
The train is rolling and the destination is surely coming closer.
I just cannot understand why some people pass judgements on others due to race, creed or colour, I treat everybody the same, all you need to do is look into people eyes to see who they are.
That's it my brutha, we are always judged by our skin color, then what's in our hearts, we are regular people to.
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