I am who I am
I don't understand
why I am less of a person
because of my heritage.
My skin is brown
and it is lovely
it is beautiful
there is nothing
wrong with me.
Who are you
to tell me
I do not belong?
To call me
To call my ancestors
savages,
animals,
mutts.
I am a person
and you cannot
take that away from me.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world