Who Am I Really??
I’m just a kid from the ghetto
I’m not perfect
I’m not like those white people I see on tv.
Straight up.
See where I come from
Our lives depend on guns. Pull that trigger or your done.
We don't have insurance, so we hit and run.
You call it stealing; we call it surviving.
You call it ignorance; we call it thriving.
In reality
I am ART
I am INDEPENDENT
I am STRONG
I am POWERFUL
I am BLESSED
I am KNOWLEDGEABLE
I am RICH.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world