I never really thought about
the color of my skin
until now.
Now,
in this moment of time,
I see the color of my skin
and fear rises up because of it.
Now,
in this moment of time,
I see the color of my skin
and know it is the only thing you see about me.
Now,
in this moment of time,
I see the color of my skin
and sadness settles into my soul.
For, you see, my skin is white.
And now,
in this moment of time,
my skin is the enemy of my fellows.
Perhaps this needed to happen
so I could know
how you have felt all along.

Painting by Kristen Uroda:

https://kristenuroda.com/A-Prescription-For-Racial-Imposter-Syndrome-NPR