I wholeheartedy agree with Tierra R. in her poem "Living Black". She described her life and what's it like being judged just because the color of your skin. Personally it was hard and lonely being the only little black girl in my class. Other kids asked "why is your hair so nappy?" or "why is your skin so black?" I didn't know the answer to those questions back then, but now I know. To be completly honset that's just the way I was made, and I've grown to learn I have to love myself regardless. It caught my ears when she said "I asked my accuses, what is my sin?" and they said "The color of your skin." That made me feel like that's the only thing they see African Americans for. Thank you, Tierra for opening up my eyes.