#IAm

I am...

One who tends to dwell,

It's hard to tell.

I carry myself...high,

But no one knows...

What heavy tears settle behind my hazel eyes.

I am...

Expirenced.

I am the master of everything unordinary.

Uncoordinately dressed.

A mess, but you can still see me for me.

Opaque, and open.

I am...

one whose silent cry is so loud,

I pierce deaf ears.

Come here,

I am promised to stay around,

standing my ground

Or be subject to fall for anything.

I am not my melanin

Do not assume I am a felon.

No sterotypes

But they stare at my type,

as if I'm the advocate of the devil himself.

I am darker than coffee.

I am lighter than dandelion.

I am human,

I'm still fighting.

I'm stilling finding,

Who I Am..

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