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(poems go here) Black
White
Puerto Rican
We’re all the same so what is with the stereotypes?
Being called names that hurt and make you crazy.
Asian
German
Russian
They just want
to fit in.
Living in a world where
once you are looked at they run.
Forced to live in
a neighborhood of your own kind.
Makes me want to run
to my special place for comfort
and never leave.
Moms who make all the pain go away.
British
African
Romanian
Made fun of cause
the accents are different.
Called out to be the
laughing stock of the class.
Looking up to the sky asking God
“Why am I not like them?”
Finally hearing my answer,
“I made you unique, beautiful, and do not let anyone tell you otherwise;
there is no need to be like others.”
Waking up to a brand new day,
finding out I love me for me
and I am not going to change for them.
They can hate, but I am going to appreciate
ME.
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