Nobody understood her struggle

She constantly had boys hit on her

Has friends say so many different things to her

On how to dress

How to act

Some wanted her to act black and some white

But she was fed up

Sometimes she wished to be one solid race

So she wouldn't have to go through all of this

She was mixed but sometimes she thought of her oppressed sisters

The darkskinned girls that got ignored if they weren't pretty or rich

She knew she had an advantage over her sisters

And then she thought about the light girls

Who had everything in their favour, and would never be deemed as bad,

And she knew that was not fair.