Underdog

I once was told I was never to succeed,

Because of my skin color and the way that I breathe.

Although I am not privileged,

Nor do I have eyes deep as ocean blues,

I am human and I refuse to lose.

I am an extict tiger breed looking for bread,

Hungry, ambitious and refused to be less fed.

I will succeed,

I will fly high,

I will one day rest without sigh. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerfully expressed! Truly powerful! Keep sharing keep sharing! The world needs your expression! Keep sharing your life your mind your heart!