The Real Me
I am an immature 16 year old, but that's not me
I am black, beautiful and love the way I look, but that's not me
I am a female who's usually looked at as lesser than a male, but that's not me
I am an athlete, you know, the typical status that teens want to have, but that's not me
I have curly, coarse hair which is sometimes hard to tame that I love so much, but that's not me
So who am I?
I am a vicious lion who hasn't eaten in a week
So hungry for success and won't stop until I achieve it
I am the sun around five o'clock in the morning
rising above the horizon, ready to brighten people's day and won't stop rising until it happens
I am a teacher and a learner
Learning a variety of information everyday and enlightening others with the information I now know
But I am also a seesaw
sometimes at a negative slope at that given moment, and sometimes at a positive slope
I am only human
sometimes want to give up, sometimes feel like I am not accepted, sometimes feel like a minority
That's the real me.