Why Do I , Who I Am

Why do I Have to be who I am not Why do I have to see life as if I am someone else Why can't people let me be me, allow myself to feel free Being judged by Students and Teachers around me, is it my skin or my nine letter name that drives others insane Why do I have to work so hard to be treated like I am somebody These are the words my ancestors used to say Now it's time I say, I am who i want to be Im not forced to be someone else I feel I don't have to be judged by noone but me The color of my skin and the length of my name Is who i am and I don't want to be someone else.