I stand before you, prominently with MD after my name; because I'm black, you hesitate.
I walk in the street with a ball under my arm and sneakers; because I'm black, you think I'm an athlete.
It's late at night, your car is broken as I approach; because I'm black, you are afraid.
I'm on a bus and give up my seat; because I'm black, you think I had to.
I'm loud and happy; because I'm black, you think I'm high.
I sit in the park and your children aproach me; because I'm black, you call them back.
In many, many parts of the world, I'm seen as normal; because I'm black, I am accepted.
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