I am who I am

I don't understand

why I am less of a person

because of my heritage.

My skin is brown

and it is lovely

it is beautiful

there is nothing

wrong with me.

Who are you

to tell me

I do not belong?

To call me

To call my ancestors

savages,

animals,

mutts.

I am a person

and you cannot

take that away from me.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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