My grandparents, uncles, aunts, and cousins, since my life began, made me believe my skin tone was attributed to sin. I was never seen an equal, and my best attempts still lost. I was seen as just a color. As a burden. As a cost. How could a good bred daughter be born as dark as coal, if both parents were pious people and if both contained a soul? And to my peers a cracker, an Oreo, a fraud. So are we really equal then, weighed in the eyes of God? To categorize a skin tone and conform to racial hate, doesn't make us individuals, it only serves to segregate. So don't try to classify me when you pass me on the street. My ethnicity is nothing. My race is obsolete.