How does it feel? I am sometimes asked,

I tell them I am hated by the mass,

And when I ask them why, what I receive is sass.

My teachers do not want me near them,

And I feel like this is reflected on to the children.

All I want is to be accepted,

Why can't it be reciprocated. 

Why is it such a difficult task?

The government controls us by telling lies 

My class mates laugh and say you’re no man

 

They say I’m the only colored student in my class

The term the government used to describe us in the past 

We are all different people not just one mass

But they needed a way to put us in a lower class

So they gave us the word colored to use as a mask 

Apart from me of course, I don’t even get called by my own name,

The words they use, I try to look like they don’t hurt me that much,

But I’m looked at as if I’m a disease, a disease that’s spread by touch,

I feel as if I’m standing in fire, like I’m stepping on glass

But what can I expect; I am the only colored student in my class.

everyone doing too much, 

but at the same time not enough. 

They stare at my skin and constantly ask to touch my hair. 

Even steal my culture and throw around the words we have reclaimed. 

Always claiming they’re in full support, 

but when the time comes to speak up and stand up for my community, 

they’re suddenly silent.

Isn’t that hilarious? 

All of them sitting in their privilege, 

never having to deal with what I go though simply for the amount of melanin i possess.

I guess you can tell by now, 
I am the only colored student in my class