This poem is so weirdly structured and written and for that I do apologize. However, I like the message and when I wrote it earlier this year, for some reason I made it intentionally raw. So, I am not going to edit and make it rhyme or restructure some of the lines but, I hope you get the message and that it impacts you positively somehow. Enjoy!!
Under the stares
The confused as fudgecake glares
I don't feel ugly
Not 100 percent full of confidence
But confident nonetheless
It is exhilarating
Yet weird and scary
And when I saw them
The kids of color
That I am not dark enough to associate with
The Asians that I can't fully relate to
Concern and worry rocked my bones
Somewhere deep inside
I still sought approval
From communities that have no space
For me
I fit in no where
Standing alone
All by myself
But everything is fine
I have learned
To find the beauty
In myself
To own up to every part of me
The good, the bad, the dirty
Life cannot always be easy
Rolling with the crowd
Does not have to be your style
Be who you are
Follow your arrow
Wherever you go
Do not stray from your core
And be proud
Because
YOU, my friend
Are amazing and dope and talented
YOU can rock the world
Without perfection
Loving yourself
Is no easy task
But I hope you do
***
This poem is not written to throw shade at anyone but to say that because of these experiences I have grown as a person. I have become more aware of what effects me and who I am and who I want to be. Some times tough experiences are teaching points. Be open- minded, become more self-aware and be willing to grow and to learn. You never stop being a student; you never stop learning. And by no means am I saying that you should let people stomp on you for who you are and your identity. Love who you are, imperfections, flaws and all. You do not need to be feel and look like a slaying bad ass every single day to be a slaying bad ass. Go conquer the world. And make it a better place.
Also, I woke up today to find the title of this book of poems changed back to its original title, Burnt Blue. I have no idea how that happened but to clear up any confusions I want to address the fact Burnt Blue was the old title and although Our Summer : My Truth is technically the same book, it is definitely a Burnt Blue 2.0. If you see the wrong title come up when you open your library please let me know and I will fix it. Thanks!!
~ Have you ever tried chicken and waffles??
OMG, this is the most stereotypical middle school lunch. I was served this once a week in middle school but I don't remember if I ate the chicken but I know most times I ate the waffles.
D.O.
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Our Summer : My Truth
PoetryI am broken And now that you see, what you've allowed to happen to me The evils you have forced into my existence Self-serving evils now defying you with such persistence You try to cover up your lies Dangling hope in front of my eyes ~~~ I wri...
