Sky had a dream.
That one day the world would be better than it seems.
But the people around her always made it tough.
When they looked at her skin and called it rough.
Some saw her hair and thought it was too puffy.
Said she looked unkempt, like her dog named fluffy.
The kids at school said she didn't belong.
And because of this she thought everything about her was wrong.
She wanted to be different.
Like the girls who called her names.
With skin white as snow and hair long and straight.
So that night she looked out the window.
And was surprised of what she had found.
Because right there in the middle of her backyard.
Was a star laying on the ground.
It was a shooting star, now in a jar on her bed.
She watched how it glowed, then an idea came to her head.
She thought maybe a wish could make her right and not wrong.
Then maybe people would like her and they could all finally get along.
So she closed her eyes and wished to be one of them.
And the star worked its magic, changing her world right then.
When she opened her eyes it seemed the wish had come true.
But instead of being who she wanted, she was someone else she never knew.
Her skin was white as snow but her eyes were different.
They were tiny and weird shaped, and her language was magnificent.
Wherever she went people looked at her and stared.
Said her kind made them sick, to stay away and beware.
This was not what she wanted, she wanted to be them.
Not a race that was tainted, and feared, and unfriend.
So she went back to being herself, and wished counting to ten.
But when she opened her eyes it was all wrong again.
Her skin wasn't snow, not at all what she wanted.
And when she went outside people looked at her and pointed.
They told her to go back to her land, that she didn't belong.
That behind the border was her home, and life would be better with her gone.
This was not what she wanted, she wanted to be them.
Not a race that was cast out, for simply wanting to be friends.
So she want back to being herself, and wished counting to ten.
And when she opened her eyes it was still wrong once again.
She was covered from head to toe in material so hot.
People said she was dangerous because her kind had hurt a lot.
She didn't understand why they looked at her with fear.
Seems her clothes made her different and no one wanted her there.
This was not what she wanted, she wanted to be them.
Not a race that was feared because of the clothes she was in.
So she went back to being herself, and wished one more time.
And lucky enough it had worked, she was finally the right kind.
She could finally be happy and she never had to be sad.
Because life was better now and no one had reason to be mad.
When she went outside people didn't look at her and stare.
Neither did they run from her with fear.
They didn't cast her out from her home.
They didn't push her away because she was sick with the unknown.
Instead those she had become before now looked at her with disgust.
Because it was her kind that had treated them unjust.
She didn't understand.
She just wanted to fit in.
But now that she did she saw the problem with her skin.
Some of her kind didn't like people who were black, and brown with covered faces.
They only liked those like themselves, and chose to hate the other races.
She didn't want to be this way.
She wanted to be herself.
The kind and gentle soul who loved the world and everyone else.
She wished to be herself again black, beautiful and strong.
And if anyone had anything to say, she would tell them they were wrong.
She took the star to the window and let it go free.
Because she never wanted to be anyone else.
Since she was perfect just like me.
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