But I...

They don’t like my hair, Or the clothes I wear. They don’t say it is because of the color of my skin, But I know I stand out without askin’. They don’t appreciate my individuality, But I cherish my frugality. They do not say it is because of how I present myself, But I know I stand out regardless of class or wealth. They do not like me, But I do not care. I am proud, Confident to be in the skin I wear. Heaven will accept me for who I am. The way I look and for what I stand. Some things are not meant to understand, Like the stars in the sky, And the waves down below, We don’t ask why, Because we do not need to know.