Outside The Box
In laman terms, i am the imitation of a failure, somone who was never supposed to make it, all because my skin isn't that of caucasion, does that make me nameless? Or is it because i don't have on khaki's and a button up everywhere i go, but only by choice, and even if it weren't, the way i dress cannot speak for my voice, i cannot be shut down and cast aside like our minds cannot function to the same capacity, just because my school says "Public" and yours says "Academy Dont treat me as if i don't matter when I could be the very reason that there is cure for cancer, but i guess my skin don't shine unless i sing or if i'm some sort of amazing actor, i will not be boxed into political stereotypes because that is just not right, i know who fought for my rights, and taking what you hand me wll not suffice I will be somebody, with or without pale skin, i know my self worth and you will not BOX ME IN , , , when in all actngv dfsvnbdfslbvnlllllllllvblsf , whwhbedswbcvdaslbvd;laasdwsfrewtg4e5yu 56eiju6r78oki89p;lui09' o
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