The devil in sheeps clothing

Is there a devil in me?
Black man says so.
Does my skin resemble too close to the White man?

Is that why you despise me,
Why you feel my traits define me?
You want your offspring to prosper.
Is that why you desire me,
Why you feel my traits define me?

Force me on a pedestal then throw rocks.
Remind me how worthless I am
in the real world with the white man.

But here I am gold
Auction my body off to the highest paid negro.
Is that all you see?
A trophy off technicality.
A womb to stash away your reality.

Is there a devil in me?
I may have gave it the skin
But underneath is all your creation.