I am misunderstood ,

I am not what you think I am. 

Cruel , mean , or rude ,

yelling , screaming.

I am a kind soul, 

who just wants to be heard.

I am a hard determined worker, 

I am a African American teen ,

who is trying to make it in the world.

I am my culture .

I am misunderstood because

no one wants to listen to my struggle .

I will be someone one day, 

I will make it in the world

I will be my own boss.


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