My vocabulary may not seem so big
But my mind is always wondering.
My skin isn't as bright as the one next to me
But my diction and tone is brighter then them.
Who knew a little girl from the wrong side of the tracks
Could learn words, such as diction, at a young age.
They didn't see me as an equal.
They saw the way i talked.
I wasn't as black as they wanted
Nor did i act it at all.
I made a cell for myself by talking
And i didn't even know it.
I was ostrisized for being me
So i tried to let go.
Let go of that bright diction,
I mean those words.
The way i talked brought me to a page
A bright page waiting to be brighter with my diction
I mean my words.
I began to find out that
No matter how bright my words,
I mean my diction, was the page kept going.
So I went on with my diction
And i continued to break down my cell walls
Until I was finally free.
Free to be bright and use my diction.
Free to be myself in everyway.
Free to talk the way I talk.