Sonnet

 "What Am I ?"

My heart asks "Why such hatred?-What am I?" Don't judge me by the color of my skin, Judging before you know is like a lie. I want to be known by what is within. I'm militant, merry, marvelous, and mild, Your little, bitter, brutal, and blind. I've recognized your ignorance as a child, I am blind-not to judge others or kind. I am one of you as you are of me, Show, own this moment-appearance can change. Whats on the inside will always be, You do have a choice to change or remain. Finally, "What am I?" - I ask of thee, "I am equal to you, can't you see?"