Under My Race

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When you look,
Look into my eyes
Why do you see
My race.
My religion.
My ethnicity
Don’t Judge ME.
I am just as human as you.
Can you look beyond my turban?
Can you see beyond my yamacha?
Can you pass my dark skin?
Because under that,
Hidden,
obstructed by society.
There’s me.
Under my race,
my religion,
my ethnicity,
social class.
There’s me.
Not the person you think I am.
But me
Myself.





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