I search for my place in this world
But it seems I don't quite fit
Too black to be white,
Too white to be black
I'm an in-between, a misfit
My skin's shade confuses them all
They can't put me in a box
They ask "What race are you?"
I talks real quick and pull up my socks
My hair is curly, my nose is broad
I have the features of both sides
But I'm not fully one nor the other
It's a struggle, this identity ride
I don't belong I am wko I am
I'm too light for the black crowd
The white folks call me litle black sam
My existence, they say, is not allowed
Sometimes I feel lost and alone
In a world that constantly categorizes
But I try to hold on to my own
And ignore all the hurtful surprises
I am who I am, a mix of the two
And that's something to be proud of
No matter what they say or do
I'm enough, I'm worthy of love
So I'll continue to walk my path
With my head held high and my heart in a song
Embracing all parts of my identity
And living my life as a unique and am strong.
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