The Colour of My Skin — Summary

First I feel the anger, Rise up from deep within, Why aren't I treated fairly? It's just the colour of my skin. My anger soon subsides, And I begin to cry, I know I'm treated different, But I just don't know why. The tears gradually slow, And I wipe them away, My smile doesn't look real, But no one cares anyway. I want to ask the question, But my mum and dad aren't home, They always have to work, So I ponder it alone. At school everyone stares, As I walk by in the hall, They don't want me to see them, But I notice them all. I just don't understand, I'm a person just like them, I might not look the same, But does anyone in the end?

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The speaker is a young person who is treated unfairly because of the colour of their skin, and the poem follows how that feels over a few minutes. Anger comes first, then crying, then a forced smile that nobody notices. The speaker wants to ask why they are treated differently, but their parents are out working, so the question stays unasked and they have to think it through alone.

The mood is sad and lonely more than furious. The anger fades quickly, leaving hurt and confusion. At school the speaker sees everyone staring in the hall and notices them even when they try to hide it. The ending is the strongest part: the speaker says they are a person just like everyone else, then asks whether anyone truly looks the same in the end. It is a simple, honest question that makes the unfairness feel even sharper.

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