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All I Can Be


5.25 feet,

is that all I amount to?

Is that all that they can see

or or can the see, the real truth

that inside of this inconspicuous shell,

lies a meek warrior chief

whose wisdom and strength, 

spread joy and relief.

I am the uncrowned king,

who shall right all wrongs

a leader to show

where we truly belong

I follow the path of law and order,

sometimes from the land,

but truly within my minds own borders,

uncorrupted by man.

Though try as he might 

to sow seeds of fascism and hate,

to make me think that my short height

or brown skin makes me an inferior race

They tried to bind me

in ignorance like my ancestors,

but my wounds have closed

where on others they festered.

When words once used in ancient times

to symbolize our source of pride,

were twisted to inspire hate

and used on us to derogate.

But I know that my substance

is greater than my form,

and with this declaration

you have been warned

I am small for now,

but like a wave

I will rise up

and bring a change

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