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