Stop!
Stop!
I know that i'm a person who get point at most.
Is it from the color of my skin? The color of my hair? The way i look?
Do you think i'm easy to play with and get roast?
I have no fear.
So stop!
Does my skin glare upon your face hurt your pair of eyes?
Because i wont hide.
I have pride,
to the ones that love, care, and appreciate me.
Nothing can stop that.
So you, a human being just like me stop your foolishness and leave me be.
I have dreams to surpass you one day and you be on your knees.
SO STOP!
This poem is about:
Me
Our world
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