As a child, sweat
All you want to do is wipe it away
Did you know that that is a sign of your body trying to cool down
Working under extreme heat was something
I would work with only a t-shirt
Mom would say keep your long sleeve on
I would ignore her
It was hot
I loved the gentle breeze
Over time I realized why she said that
I should've listened
Now my pigments are shaded
Now I look at them and it brings back the past
How ignorant and childish I was
My color doesn't change the person I am
It doesn't define who I am
Or who I will be
They show the races that run through my blood
Of the past and the present
I am a balance
Swing a balance
I did
And it's on my skin
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REASONS
Fiction généraleShort writing yet inspiring A child's perspective of early work Difficulties that happen Something to think about and for you to be grateful that it wasn't your story If it is your story too then we know how those conditions were and what we faced