The Struggle
I heard sirens ringing
And I saw mothers crying
Dad's and son's were dying
Night's I used to cry myself to sleep
I prayed to God for a change
People used to asked me
What make's you so strong
The only thing I could say was
The struggle made me this way
I used to think if I were white
My life would be butterflies and rainbows
Now I love who I am
Because my struggle made me who I am
By: Mikayla French
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