Kid
They Call Me a Kid
Because My Hair Curls
I Wear Vans & I Lean A Little To My Left
But With My Glasses On
Hair Up
Reading a Mary B. Morrison Book
I’m Intelligent
This Stereotype
Underestimating
Front Book Cover Looking
Something Different
I Am the Future
In California
Looking Forward
With My Head Held High
Eyes Looking Beyond
With A Goal IN Life..
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