Why judge?

My voice has been seized. My words has been chained. I am forever silenced.My right to project my thoughts and feelings have been brutally torn apart. Why you ask? Because My race.

My own race acts a form of oppression against me. Because of it stereotypes endlessly claws at my back; liar, thief and manipulator . My dark melanin screams out flaws and faults. I am cursed and I am damned. Why you ask? Because my skin. 

Why judge though? You do not know, me. You have never witnessed the cruelty I have endured, the success I have achieved and the happiness I have fulfilled. Why judge? My skin colour is apart of me, it defines me and empowers me. No matter how many times you try to beat me, push me and abuse me the colour of my skin will never fade away. 

I will rise up, I refused to be tied down, my words must  fly free because who else will end racism that floats both at land and sea?