Although my skin is not porcelain like china
and my hair is not straight like paper,
I know I can be arrested without meeting the reaper.
Although my mom tells me not to speak spanish in a place I do not know
And my grandmother gets told to go back to Mexico,
I know if I were to die, my murderers would do time.
Although my hair is not golden blonde,
And my skin does not burn in the sun
I know I am less likely to be killed for going on a run.
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Thinking
PoesieI am a ball of different thoughts. Positive, Negative. Here is where I'll dump them. Whatever I'm going through is what I'll be writing so there may be periods of poems just about a certain topic, I apologize.
