The Things They Said
When I came into this world…
it was already trying to get rid of me.
The nurse cut me wrong, I was bleeding to death.
She said I was fine.
Luckily, my father was an angry black man,
and he convinced the nurse that I was not quite fine.
When I was in middle school…
I was shy, awkward, and tubby.
My classmates all said I looked Mexican
and talked White.
Ignoring the fact that I was neither.
Now that I’m a senior…
My teachers say that I’ll only be successful in life
If I’m successful in school,
If I go to college,
If I get a degree.
If I do what they say.
My whole life I have been defined by what others say.
Here’s what I say:
I am African, European, and Middle Eastern.
I have lived in poverty and the Middle class.
Between two sisters I am the Middle child.
But I am only at the beginning of my career.
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