Dear America,

Stop touching me with your eyes,

judging me.

Comparing me to your previously conceived ideas

about the color of my skin.

Stop assuming you know who I am

without a word of conversation,

deciding who you want me to be.

I am who I am, but you would never know,

blinded by somthing oout of my control.

I am not who you want me to be.

I am simply me!

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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