Hating my culture.Wanting to
Hating my culture.
Wanting to be someone I wasn't.
Bullied for something I had no choice of.
Who my family are,
where they're from,
the language they spoke.
I have no control.
Embarrassed about who I am.
Until I make connections,
with people who share a common background,
I won't be able to accept who I am.
Because for as long as I am different,
from the people whos surround me.
That is simply all that they will see.
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