Individuality

Who am I?

You wouldn't know if I was fake like the rest of them

Unless you saw how they all succumb

To all the trends

How they treat all their “best friends”

The people they’ve known since junior high

Without this magical gift

I am nothing, but a pawn in a chess game

Just a girl who has yet to proclaim

That she’s just an everyday person

Who’s heart seems to worsen

When people tell her to get a face lift

I see myself for who I am

A girl who’s kind of quirky and a little bit of sad

Just because I’m black that doesn’t mean that I’m mad

But I’m sick and tired of the stereotypes

I’m given by from the stars and stripes

From good ol’ Uncle Sam

I don’t care that I don’t fit their picture

If I tried to be perfect

I would inflict

More damage than growth

I would loathe

Myself and write my concerns in a stricture

I love myself

I know it’s hard to see

How I don’t throw myself in the sea

Just like my ancestors did

Who maybe got eaten by a giant squid

Unlike them though, I have a sense of self

I have designated my role

I don’t allow others to call me worthless

Might have depression if you’re that mirthless

My talents do not allow me to stop

You’ll never see me flop

I am always in control

My individuality allows me to succeed

Without the approval of society

I will make my own notoriety

I will do it my way and mine alone

They can’t stop me when I’m in my zone

I’m nonstop until I die and bleed