They don’t like my hair,
Or the clothes I wear.
They don’t say it is because of the color of my skin,
But I know I stand out without askin’.
They don’t appreciate my individuality,
But I cherish my frugality.
They do not say it is because of how I present myself,
But I know I stand out regardless of class or wealth.
They do not like me,
But I do not care.
I am proud,
Confident to be in the skin I wear.
Heaven will accept me for who I am.
The way I look and for what I stand.
Some things are not meant to understand,
Like the stars in the sky,
And the waves down below,
We don’t ask why,
Because we do not need to know.