I am the minority.
The one who is outcast for my color.
Not those whose ancestors were salves,
but I, the one with pale skin and fair hair.

I am the minority.
Forgive me if I sound bitter or hateful,
I am both of those and more.

I am the minority.
I am tormented and laughed at because
I am different.
Yet I cannot defend myself, if I dare to
than I am the racist.

I am the minority,
but more importantly,
I am human.