February 17 1998
Birth into the world The doctors announce it was a girlAnd she was then given a name With a skin texture that matched the sameEbonyGrew up so fast She hated school so she always skip class Young teen With some big old dreams But living in the ghettoShe always seemed to settle Then someone told her she needed to be somebodyShe needed to go somewhere And try new things It had to be naturalJust like being a human being She felt proud held her head highCause she learned the limit is way past the sky To the lowest she said goodbye.
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love_supreme says: I really liked this poem. Good write. |
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igotastory says: Thank you so much for the comment |
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Te'ArraPoetry says: Nice poem. |
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