This poem is the first in our Black History Month content series and was submitted anonymously. See all posts in this series and more Equity & Justice resources.
If only God can judge me for my sin?
Why am I judged every day by my skin?
If only my soul could live outside itself?
No one would care about my wealth.
If my coils laid long and flat?
Maybe people would not stare as if my hair was a spoiled brat.
If only my thoughts lived beyond this page?
Maybe I would not feel like an animal locked in a cage.
But if I can speak truthfully?
This has been my experience with Racism the bully.