Poem a day: Confused

A scorned ancestor of a former slave,

I breathe the same air that was breathe during wrongful beatings,

Scars and whelps marked on bodies,

Yes, this is my doings masa say,

So proud and bold he walks –

Though his reign has came and gone,

The child of his child and his child and his rises,

And the abuse continues,

This is for children of all ages, discrimination included,

Since the beginning of time we’ve feuded,

But you want to get darker, and we want to be lighter,

So you tan your bodies and we keep the sun away from ours,

Europeans tampered with the thinking of American society,

What is wrong with the variety?

From white to light skin to the darkest of the clan,

Why is being light the age old trend?

Here’s my plea, here’s my only chance,

How do you erase the brainwash thinking?

That has been planted in people’s mind over 200 years and growing,

Our skin color is different, but our shadow is the same color.

Confused

Kristyna Cochran