A person of no colour

I am white, pale, pasty, washed out. A white male — privileged and wealthy in comparison to most. Yet in a minority.

Most people in the world have more colour than my type do. They have beautiful skin tones ranging from pale brown to deep black. They are people of colour. We are the non-coloured, the lacking, those who should be seen through.

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