Color Me Not Poem by Elizabeth Middleton

Tears of frustration pour down her face,
She can not figure out her place.
Her eyes see no color.
Not black, white, yellow, nor brown.
To tell her that she does not belong,
Is where the teller is entirely wrong.
Raised by parents of African descent,
But she is white one hundred percent.
Now told she must no longer be by her family,
They can not stand, ‘to see her by these people.’
The respect she once held for the governor,
Now belongs under her feet on the ground.
‘Your tale is wrong, and you are a disgrace.’
As she threw the paper back in his face.