Misunderstood, coming to you straight from the "716"hood. Living a life that was not bad, matter of fact quite good, but no one ever really saw, not knowing the truth about what was going on or what I had endured.
Made to attend schools and pretend it didn't matter, traveled miles away on the bus in snow storms with frozen tears spattered, always having others feelings on my mind, thinking do it for them just this time, not knowing how hard it was in lines, when there were only 3 of my kind matriculating at private schools that cost a pretty penny and dimes, doing what was for their best interest and not mine.
Walking alone in a hood, trying to figure out where I stood, left alone to make my mark, filled with tears buried deep in my heart, knowing rejection should not feel this harsh, not having peace or confidence is how this really starts,
but I learned I had too much melanin to begin which helped me then become more determined to win!
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