Wishful Thinking

This is no longer my body

       This body Im in 

My deep chocolate brown eyes that stare into the mirror

             Don't look so brown

                 the color has changed yet their are still in me 

My deep brown Hispanic skin

                        Dosen't seem to be seeking the sun 

                               Hidding away from the view

                                   Only to return a few shades lighter...

My black stright hair that flowls freely in the wind

                                         Seeking the comfort of freedom

                                            Is  now confide into a cage

                                               A cage I no longer have a key for

I look into the mirror and see the person I have become

                                                  And my not so brown eyes turn slighly red

                                                     And a single tear

Of my locked away freedom

          Of my locked away idenity

               Comes rolling down

My not Hispanic skin

                     And I can feel

  My not so black straight hair

                         Stuggle against the cage

As I open my mouth 

                               My voice doesn't come out

No matter how loud I scream

                                      Nobody can see how I'm Forced

To share my body

               My identity

                     My voice 

                         And my Mind 

                                                        

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

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