I'am Brown, Never Been Black, Never Been Down. Being Black, Is A Dark, Degrading Name, That Another Man Gave Us While Our Ancestor's Were Still Chained. I'am Brown For The Simple Reason, That When The Weather Change, My Skin, Don't Change With The Season. I might Turn Darker, By Getting A Tan, But When Another Man Buy's One, Does That Make Him A Black Man? Being Called Black For Many Of Years, Didn't Change Nothing, Through Hard Work, Sweat and Tears. Simply It Made You, A Color, Not Your Choice, But Put You In A Situation, Without A True Voice. Only God Can Judge, All Of Our True Colors. Until Then One Man's Color, Shouldn't Be Judged, By Another.
Reason for writing:
I just got fed up being called black, which that is not the right color of my skin, unless the people that see you black, is like a dog, color blind.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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