Who Am I Really??

 

I’m just a kid from the ghetto

I’m not perfect

I’m not like those white people I see on tv.

Straight up.

See where I come from

Our lives depend on guns. Pull that trigger or your done.

We don't have insurance, so we hit and run.

You call it stealing; we call it surviving.

You call it ignorance; we call it thriving.

In reality

I am ART

I am INDEPENDENT

I am STRONG

I am POWERFUL

I am BLESSED

I am KNOWLEDGEABLE

I am RICH.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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