Our skin
The color of my skin
Is dirt from grounds that my ancestors walked,
Is a symbol to my family like a neon highlighter I stand out,
This is how I am found.
The color of your skin is pale
You are a banana after it is peeled
You are a symbol of privilege
You are a man and I am woman
Do you know what it’s like to be a Latina in the America ?
The color of my skin
the first thing they see
I wish they’d see my mind
Or how I see the world
Perhaps how I love the sound of waves
Or the green trees
The green trees remind me of home
They bring me peace, they help me breathe
I love the color of my skin
The color of my skin is a symbol,
It’s a Caramel macchiato
and you are a Vanilla bean frappe
It’s always brown vs white
but never brown and white
you don’t look like me
you don’t think like me
or do you ?
are we really so different ?
Are you writing about the color of your skin?
What would our families think ?
I love an American,
I am an American.
The world reacts differently to our skins
My skin is fear
Your skin is respect
The color of our skins
One day our skins will collide
The color of our child’s skin.
What does the world have to say?