Belive
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Thoughts always cloud your mind
Disappointments seem to bring you down
The future tends to scare you
Hard work sometimes just doesn’t seem to pay off
Life gets rough, times get tense
The truth of the matter is I am a black girl that can still rise
Not phased by oppression or depression I am indeed alive
My ancestor was a poet, a writer, and a friend
That means nothing in my life is limited
Read words a million times
Until it is learned the millionth time.
Lost in a fumble of uncertainty
Because the ulcer of your indifference
Is a noxious depressant
Attacking my perception's cortex.
Who am i?
I don't know.
I feel so scared.
I feel so alone.
Thoughts run through my head.
Who am I?
Am I someone meant to be great?
Am I someone meant to be alone?
Who am I?
I am the person who you wish you could be
I am the wind beneath the wings of intelligence
Soaring above the haters
Exceeding any obstacles that I come by
Who am I?
I am not from
"the hood",
"the hicktown",
nor
the city.
I am not
Hispanic,
African,
European.
I am not
a star athlete,
a top student
of my class,
As he looks into the mirror, he sees a stranger with sharp eyes glaring
Who is this thing looking back at him?
Thick, dark brows furrow and small beady eyes look smaller
Who is this creature staring?
Who am I?
I'm a dreamer, I'm a realist
I'm a student, I'm a teacher
I'm a friend, I'm a sister
I am young, but I am wise
I am fearless, but reserved
I am happy, but I am worried
Who am I?
I wonder as I stare at the sky.
I think about my life and can't help but wonder ..why?
What is my purpose?
I ponder while gazing into the fire of furnace.
What am I like beneath the surface?
What is beauty to a person who doesn't believe it?
Just a word in a dictionary without any meaning.
It's a shame it can't be felt, damaged self esteem.
If we are told enough maybe then we will start to believe.
