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Who Am I

I’m just like you, we are all the same

By Cuppa To GoPublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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A picture I took last year before I made my finally copy of this poem.

I’m just like you, we are all the same

I bleed real blood, I feel real pain.

But still today people don’t feel this way,

They put us in different groups and tag us with different names.

But it does not matter if you feel tall or short,

We have all been deep down inside just a little contorted.

The price you pay just to feel happy inside,

Could make someone else feel dead and deprived.

Your heart was softened and arms out wide,

Just for someone to come and hurt you inside.

We run away from our problems, That’s just who we are,

Do whatever we have to do, Just to feel like a star.

But Who Am I?

Who are you?

Why did you choose to read my thought and feeling?

Why not look at the news, about sadness and dealings.

Why should you care?

Care about the systems in the world that make me feel different,

The people who try to act and really are innocent,

The mothers and fathers who have to tell their children

That they have to go with the man now that constantly tells them they are immigrants

Look into that children's eyes,

They show something you can not hide.

I hope one day you all realize,

That hurt and pain is just the prize.

But Who Am I?

I’m black,

No, I'm African American.

What do I say again?

Why do I tag myself anyway?

What’s the title for me today.

Ask the president if he’s ok,

He’s the ruler of the U.S.A,

People throwing shade every day,

I’m not a supporter, That’s not what I’m trying to say,

I just accept the fact that he's president and everything will be ok

But Who Am I?

Who are you?

Look around you at the world you live in and the people you love,

Think about the ones who went up above.

Think about the history, of you and me.

The golden one,

The-Too-Good-for-anyone-who-you-think-is-not-on-your-eye-level

But No,

We are all on the same level,

You are not the devil.

We are all the same,

We bleed real blood and feel real pain.

We all cry we will live then we will die,

And find our way to the heavens in the sky, right?

Close your eyes I will hold you tight.

I want to make sure that you are alright.

Even tho you cut me until I couldn’t fight.

But initially

That’s how it’s supposed to be

If I were you and you were me,

But now I can finally see all the things

But one question still remains,

Who Am I…

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