The Struggle
People look at me
And have an idea based on what they see
They expect me to start speaking as if I grew up on the streets of Harlem
But little do they know, I will not harm them
They expect my family to be poor
My father to have walked out the door
My mother to have several father's to her children
And for her never to be married
And..
Wait
Lte's back track
And take a look at what I lack
Because I'm not who you want me to be
Living in Sachem all of my life
With little to no sturggle or strife
My father is married to my mother his wife
My sisters are fare
Oh you find that rare?
Why?
Because I'm black
I am an African American
I am what should be in your mind trouble
But listen up
I'm going to make you double
Think what your thoughts are
On you
On life
On people
My ancestors fought just as long and hard as yours did
They went through war and hate
So that we would have a better fate
Look at what you've done!
Blame me for what my parents have won
They struggled and fought just like you and yours
But of course!
You don't see it that way!
All you want to try to do is make me pay
For something I embrace
Don't kid yourself
This isn't about race
My skin may be lighter
And I'm truly not a fighter
I have my insecurities too
Just like you
Let's be fair
And talk about something maybe you'd like to share
If you have a dream follow it
Why sit?
On your butt and wait for something to be handed to you
So that all you can care about is your cars and your shoes
Why not put down the stereotype
Live a different life
Be something more than what people want you to be
Maybe then you will see what I see
Another person
Another human being
Another girl or guy that has friends
So let's make ammends
I've fought long and hard enough
And dealt with alot of stuff
I am tired of fighting with the people I am fighting for
The people my ancestors fought with to start a revolution
The revolution we are letting die
Both you and I
Have all the power in the world
To stop the blame
And all the shame
If every single person can make a change
That would rearange
Our America.
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