Race

They say that colouration is a collection of dirt, a stain of purity

that the mixed are monsters, a sickly stain of purity

but I refuse

I refuse to believe that your heart holds a darker shade of red when you haven't done anything but breathe the same poisoned air as me.

purity and perfection are invisible standards held to masquerade the impurity spewed

and I refuse to let it fool me from the truth that lies underneath.