In some circles, I'm no longer welcome. Rest assured, it is often a minority, but still. I know when I get to those places, I'm not welcome. I feel it in the can, sometimes like a dagger sting in the back.
I'm different, different from the other, and I'm not appreciated for who I am. They look at my appearance, my skin tone, look at appearances that I am not always proud of. They look at the other, like something that doesn't belong.
I'm undervalued and, according to some, treated like a slave. But some of them don't wonder how I feel about it, nor how I'm doing. I am different from the other and in some circles no longer welcome.
I'm Black Pete.