How could anyone love
someone like me?
I'm unlike all the others,
black from debris.
I'm a dove all the same,
my colour is just given another name, another name.
Wherever I go,
Whoever I see,
in a crowd
I'm looked at differently.
Black not white;
Love me not for sight.
How my coat is
is all you notice.
Just look, don't stare
my colour may be rare
But underneath, but underneath
is the true me.

© Danni Goldring, 2006
Note: This poem is about rejection as a whole, not limited to racism as one might assume.