I'm not even sure if this is a poem. But it looks like it to me. Obviously from my first sentence I don't write poetry a lot. I couldn't excatly come up with a title for this, so I just used the first line as a the title. Tell you the truth don't think I'm very good at poetry. Those who know me not Think they do. They judge on the surface And the snippets they hear. Only snippets they hear. Only snippets they know. Yet they base me on those snippets. Those small pieces of info. Then they lecture me. They tell me things. What do they say? What do they tell? Without even thinking Not even caring about how it'll affect me. They say I only like things from Asia. They say that I should act like a sterotype. I should snap my fingers with attitude. I should listen to rap or hip-hop. They tell me I'm not black enough. That I should act more black. I should talk with more slang. But I wasn't taught that way. I wasn't raised that way. I wasn't raised in a place where there weren't many of my race. So living in a place with few of African Americans They think that I should act like them, talk like them. They can not see. They can not see, that each is different. They clump them together and base them by one person or a sterotype. You told me to ignore at times. You told me that it was simply your fault. That you had passed down your uniqueness. Your standing out of the crowd and not being others. Everytime I wanted to say, but couldn't bring myself to. Its was just a misunderstanding. And there wasn't a lot of info. I don't think they know. That no matter what they do. No matter what they say. They just can't change me. I am who I am. Ain't nothing gonna change that. Those who know me not Think they do. Judgin on surface What they should've done was get to know me. Not jumping to conclusions from the bits they hear. Its not too late, there is more next days to come. And I'm waiting, waiting for someone to do what the others didn't. Learn. Learn about me, from me By just talking to me.
