Stop bullying #METTA
I come home full of bruises
But who says I didn’t ask for them
Every one else thinks that I deserve what happened
I continue to ask myself why
As if it will make a difference
What did I do to them
Is it because I looked at him wrong
Did I say something stupid
But of course I know it’s because I’m a different colo
r A different race
Not human
Just a face
But I know I’m better than a face in the crowd
I was raised to be different
I was born to stand up to all the stereotypes
I was told to resist the social grouping that plagues the world...
Yet it continues to happen
And I continue to break
But I can only take so much
Before I put my life at stake.
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