As I walk up and

Mon, 04/28/2014 - 14:42 -- Anea


As I walk up and down the hall 

I feel the teachers eye on me. 

I am an intelligent woman

far from average.

But all they see is my skin tone and a head full of nappy hair. 

I try to succeed but I get knocked back down 

I ask myself, Is it because of my beautiful brown skin I did not get a part in the program? or is it that you are threatened by my confidence and my stride?

How am i suppose to succeed when you do not see me for the real me?

It hurts in side, i am very sensitive.

However, I try not to cry in fear that you will judge me more than you already do.

I see you are staring me in my eyes

intimidated by my brown skin and my intelligence.

I will succeed in a black and white world.

Watch and see.

They say eyes are the windows to the soul. 

Can you see mine?




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