BY ANONYMOUS
When I was so young, when I was hopeful
Things were full of light and remarkably bright
Then I learned that the world could be dreadful
And racism would eventually snuff that light
I first experienced racism when I was eight
Ultimately, no one can changed their race
Confused on why I was receiving some hate
I learned it was a result of my face
Apparently I looked different from her
She said that I had some slanted eyes
I didn’t want that feeling of shame to reoccur
I wanted to be pretty like a sunrise
Now I’m older and wiser and free
Because I know there was never anything wrong with me
