Am not black, you aint white, is he grey?

RACISM
Today I walked into my classroom, immediately it was all dead silent.I could see from the disgusted looks on everyones faces that I was not wanted around.Either way I still walked to my desk which was openly separated from all the rest.Am only 13 I dont get why.

What did I do the previous school term?I wonder but nothing comes to mind.At break time I seek to ask my best friend."You dont want
to know"she says ."But I do!"I answer as I wonder what it wàs that was hard to take .Immediately a group of the popular girls pass by and glare first at me then at Kate.Kate excuses herself and leaves.

At lunch I cant find Kate and I have to sit alone at the cafeteria.All the while I get glances and stares.I cant withhold any longer I walk to class.And right there above my desk I see it all so clear.TIRED OF YOU PEOPLE FIND YOUR OWN PLACE

I didn't have a choice to be born black or white,
Dont judge me by the color on me it aint right,
This is only the cover of what lies withinhave some sight,
Deep within are we not the same? You know am right.

You call me black you call him white,
His father is white his mom is black is he grey?
I only want in this matter to shade some light,
That am not my skin I am me.

I look to a time when the colour of my skin is no issue,
I should not be taken down by my roots,
Asian, African, American we all are one in many ways than 1,
You just have to see beyond the colour of my skin,
For there lies the person that I truly am.

Let's not by any reason be separated by our races but instead let it be the forum of our unity in our quest to know the different cultures we have