I am me...
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being told that I was different
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being told ways to change
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being look down on
I grew up in the suburbs thinking, am I different?
I am. I am unique. I am a black male.
I am a person that will change the world with my vision.
I am an ever burning flame that will refuse defuse.
I am a leader in my community teaching the young what I know.
I am a man that won’t give in to the stereotypic flow.
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being told what I could not do
I grew up in the suburbs
Always being told what I had to be
I grew up in the suburbs
Feeling like the stone the builder refused
But you know what the suburbs taught me?
I… am me.
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