Dear America

October 31, 2018

Dear America

I'm afrrican-american

I feel that I do not belong

This is not my country.

My country isn't supposed to be this hard

This country is for white Americans-- not me.

This country is cruel.

My hair is so-called nappy

My skin color is not accepted here

The girls on TV say get out of here black girl.

Your skin is too dark for us.

Dear American

Will I ever belong here?

I don't think so

I'm too African to be American.

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TrarondaOct 31, 2018

<p>This is for the uncomfortable group white American refuse to talk about. My first poem. Thank you for reading.</p>