Seeing the mirror of my love one

People think we are delinquents ... just because were looking  for a future . 

Tell me do I look like a person with drugs, do you see me selling anything?

Why put me in a stereotype when you don't know  me. 

Tell me is color really what identifies me or is it my origin. 

All-America does today is trying to mask that we all have equal rights . 

I mean I can say that they have improved. 

But where are the rights for Hispanics? Or just any person who is trying to work in a well-paid job. Why not let us work?

Is it so wrong to strive? Is it really?

 I mean I just want to be someone to help my community.  Make it a better place . A community is a place of peace , with various unique people. 

Why should  anyone see me as a delinquent  , Is coming to find a future  a crime?

 I know that my actions that I've taken to get my future  is wrong but if you don't let me , I'll fight against you.

 And you'll see that I will be a figure  and a good reflection of the other person that is looking through my mirror.

But meanwhile while im trying , my young love one has to see my suffering. - Looking through the mirror of my love one.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community

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