And the brownness of your eyes
Everywhere I go people stop and stare
Is my race that much of a surprise?
I am black and I guess you could say white
I am Canadian, Cape Verdean and I guess you could say Portuguese
I can identify with whichever I might
I am not here to please
When people look at me,
they don't take the time to think
They don't see what I see
Azarra, this is awesome. I love that you used a strike-through mark for the last line to emphasize what you're not. Thanks for writing such a cool poem about the difference between who you are and what you look like.
ReplyDeleteI like the uniqueness for your poem. I admire the way you wrote the poem.. It had a lot of meaning in it.
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