I wonder how many white people look me in my face and in their minds call me a nigger
I remember growing up being the outcast by the other black kids in elementary school because I looked more indian
Half n half
Descendant of slaves on both sides
A part of a generation lost in translation
My skin tone dictates that I am not of privilege
My facial hair depicts I am a terror in image
Some laugh because they know the kindness of my heart
Some are of afraid because I am not intimidated by who they are
A tall skinny kid
With dreams and ambitions
I wasn't supposed to become anything in this life
All because I am different.
