Reminding Yourself Of It Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

What is it about me,
You have been made to think.
And it to believe,
I am jealous with envy of you?
That has never been true.
Who has done this to your mind.
To find this nonsense to accept?

I am me.
And proud to be.
But it is you,
Who seeks more to be convinced...
I live with a wish to want,
You up in my face.
Every step I take.
Reminding me,
I would rather be you.
And not me at all.

If you feel you are better than me,
Why do you need to keep,
Reminding yourself of it!
When I speak of being equal.
With a being treated respectfully.
I am referring to opportunities.
And not my color of skin.
You won't find me on any beach.
Or bleaching to change that.
No thoughts do I have of doing that done.

It's about the living of my life.
Doing what it is I choose and like.
And apparently you perceive my life,
Is yours to control.
Who was it that told you,
Those lies to tell to sell you sold! ?