Searching for Hope

A poem of anger, sadness, and honesty. Hope you like.

you see the beauty in my melanin but not the tear stains on my,

Dress, you see the funk in my jive but not the stamp on my,

Chest saying ‘second class’ what I wouldn’t give to feel free,

Free, they tell me that's a dream that will never be

See, why can’t you see,

 we eat from the same table but were oceans away

You can put on my skin, but you will never know my pain,

And I bet you don’t even want to.

Author's Note

This is my first published poem and I'm just getting my feet wet. Would love to hear any and all comments and critiques. Thank you all so much!