The Difference Between She and Me


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

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