I am that brown spot on a white sheet

That has climbed a mountain of success

Not only to be defined, yes

But to be unique in this generation, I am blessed

With my brown eyes staring straight forward

I ignore the society of strangers haunting me more

They only learned how to ridicule

So I learned the opposite of what's typical

To stand my ground and hold onto the mixed roots

That my curly hair represents

All my features and stylish trends

Present who I am, so I will stand.