Helpless
I am lonely
In a nation full of people who hear me but don't listen to a thing I say
I am insecure
In a nation where my image and appearance mean more than it should
I am stressed
In a nation where lettered grades are more important than what I actually know
I am starving
In nation where only thin is acceptable and everything else is secretly shunned
I am ashamed
In a nation where white skin is the best you could have, but I will never achieve it
I am grateful
In a nation where light skin is better than dark skin which I was lucky enough to obtain
I am hurt
In a nation with seemingly little acceptance of others different from one's self
I am disgusted
In a nation where girls have to work for privileges that boys are handed
I am angry
In a nation where boys are looked down upon for being human and showing emotions
I am sad
In a nation where so many of my friends want to die because a teenagers' problems are 'petty'
I am scared
In a nation where I could be killed for walking down the street due to my identity
I am confused
In a nation that lacks love and compassion
But most of all
I feel helpless
In a nation where the little things I due seem to have no impact
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