Standing in the middle of the stage

microphone taped to my face

singing my heart out

Handcuffing the mass murder who

has been loose for decades

lowering his head

into the cop car

I am color.

When I score the winning goal in the soccer game,

I am a sparkling yellow that is as bright as the sun!

Sometimes, I have a rough day,

And I feel like a despondent blue that is as dark as the night sky.

Other times,

It’s hard to find who I am.

I know this could take long.

What sets me and others apart?

Where do I choose to stand?

I want answers to appear like the bang of a gong.

Reaching down into my heart,

or searching up above.

When racial slurs are used against you

When people leave you out because of your skin color

When people look at you because of your skin

When you know you’re different

When someone spits at you because of your skin