There will always be a sunny day and dark day,
The darkest when you fight to get in a word,
And the feel of not being heard.
The lightest when everything is alright,
But friends seem to all ways be in a fight.
Then there is that iffy iffy day when you come to realize ,
Who you really are,
You think who they see on the outside,
is not who am on the inside.
The color of my skin does not define me,
They think negative,
When I am positive.
They don’t know that I truly care,
And that I think certain things in the world aren’t fair,
I know that they are their own shining glare.
Now I fight so there are no dark days only light
Even though troubles many come
I overcome.