You judge me before I enter a room.
You see my brown skin.
You see my curly kinks.
You see my tall stature.
You see me with four kids.
And no dad.
You see me with only a two year degree.
You look down upon me.
Because you climbed the ladder.
A little higher.
If you could see into my world.
But you are biased.
Your vision distorted by bricks.