We all look the same in the dark

So why is racism so prevalent on your heart

You act like the color

of my skin is a sin,

and as if my worth is running thin.

My voice, scrutinized for formality

Why do we live this reality

They ask for explanations without words

While all I want is to be heard

Not as my skin,

or where he’s been

But for the person I am within

We all look the same in the dark

So why do you hold your wallet closer, when you walk past in the park

Your fear is showing, though your steps aren’t slowing.

We all look the same in the dark

So who are you to respond

with a racist remark

A thinly veiled threat,

to make me feel inferior

Why judge me for my exterior

We all look the same in the dark

Do not judge me by my race

My life is not yours to debase

My tongue tires of explanations unneeded

Why must my rights be impeded

We all look the same in the dark

Your sideways glances are shots

towards unarmed hope

Lynching never stopped with a rope

It doesn’t seem like racism

ended with a decree

Look behind my skin—

and maybe you’ll see.