My Reality
I am a black man
Yes it's true
You see me, but my skin color stands out to you
I have feeling and emotions the run high
My love for music and math soar to the sky
But in my life I have been turned down
By how I walk and how I talk
My life isn't like yours filled with accomplishments
My failures make it real not a fairytale
I love how I get through the day
Hoping that something amazing comes my way
But this is a reality
Not a dream
It's my reality
And that;s not hard to believe
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