Random poem~ created by Muah!


As I count the days that go bye
Perceptions become stronger
More racism of my surroundings
Than the slave masters buried under
People don’t understand that regardless imma do me
Simply because its how my mom raised me to be
So don’t question me of my color, nationality or races
Under this light brown skin
I am a mixture of all places
Theres no need for any details explanations or reasons
The moral to this poem is to accept my well being
Because at the end of the day im the same person I was at the beginning
Some people think that they know me because of my name
Or by my presence
I only acknowledge the ones who teach me valuable lessons
Lessons of today, yesterday tomorrow and beyond
Lessons that will help me succeed in college at 18 years young
~written by La~La