PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I am what I've become due to the things that I've done,

Try to look in my eyes and you'll see that I'm really the shy one.

I turn my back to confrontation- My eyes roam when face to face,

My thoughts have painful connontations- My trust has vanished without a trace.

I've been placed in many predicaments that have forced me to compromise,

10 Years ago I couldn't have predicted this- That I'd be the person that I am inside.

I am what I am due to the things that I have witnessed,

I should probably be on my knees right now- Praying for forgiveness.

But I'd never want to forget this- Now my chest is a vacant lot,

No heart, no feelings- Besides the pain that I can't make stop.

Through my blood flows greatness- A legend being molded by conflict,

Through my brain flows genious thoughts- A star who's flicker is constant.

And the judgements are constant- Shit, I'm white and I get followed,

Black hood on my head causes stares- My pride is constantly swallowed.

Because I have to excuse the ignorance of those who don't understand,

That you can hate me and pass your judgements- But I still am what I am.

I refuse to compromise my principles- Or change my appearance to please you,

I'm not really asking you to accept me- Just letting it be known...That I don't need you.

See...I'm placed below the minorities by the people who are racist,

And the basis of their judgements are nothing more than thought misplacement.

The world has forced me down because they feel I'm trying to portray an image,

But why would I want an image that has caused my whole life to be blemished.

Tarnished by my own actions- Simply because of how I look,

You read the title and set me on the shelf- Without once opening the book.

I've never been checked out- My content has never been studied,

No notes have ever been jotted- And everyone and everything is placed above me.

Yet, I am what many strive to be- Intelligent, book and street wise,

I understand that Life doesn't owe me- Even though it does break me some times.

I surpass the stereotype which I've been labeled- Black hood on and pen in hand,

And one day the world will let me sit at their table- And one day they'll love me for what I am.