For the Love of Kings

I am a hypocrite
Someone conditioned to hate who I am
Why is it I rather belong to the man lighter than my daddy
When I know I deserve a king
But I’m afraid a man
One of my color
Will refuse me
I’m afraid they don’t see the love I can give
Just how loyal I can be
I feel they don’t see how kind I am
Because I’ve been made to seem weak
Needy
Disrespectful and angry
That is not who I am
I am strong
Independent
And educated
If that is wrong
If that is why a man
One who looks like me
Can not love me
Then that is fine
I have gotten to the point
Were I have accepted not being accepted

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