Unlike You

May 15, 2013

Unlike you, my copper skin glazes in the sun. And my almond eyes twinkle. Unlike you, I sweat the fruits of my labor, and make my living plucking from your collection of cotton. Unlike you, I shape my hands deformed, and sing songs of home praised Africa, and long walks in native pools. Unlike you, I grieve standing up, and deal with the separation of my family. Unlike you, I work all day, and gain little rest. To wake up and do it all over again. Unlike you, I stand an alien, abducted by those you call white. And unlike you, I can't phone home.

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My Name is Amina. Simple, Plain, and Different. I've been walking the Earth a total of 20 years. I don't know everything. I never follow fashion trends. I tend to instead set my own. People usually have dumb misconceptions of me. I'm generally nice, and only mean when I have to be. I don't follow everybody's expectations of me. I pretty much fail at pleasing people. I am no where near perfect. But for me that's okay. Being un perfect makes me who I am. I make mistakes everyday, but I learn from them. I love to meet new people. People just generally interest me. As long as you give me respect, you'll get it.

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