Love Me For Me
Poem By gary Hardesty
Don't call me black for that is not what I am.
Instead look at me as if we are the same
Cause in all actuality we are the same,
I have 2 eyes,10 fingers and 10 toes.
So I ask you what makes me a Negro.
And for that matter why do you hate me so
I did not choose this color...but rather
Its color god chose me to be. I am sorry that my skin upsets you
But your fight is with god not me. So i'm asking don’t hate what u see
Instead look past the brown skin and love the human that is me!