Cliche

You judge me before I speak you expect an accent an illiterate Mexican that’s illegal You judge the book by its color I am a natural born citizen not much different than you Yet you judge You stare but I don’t care the world by no means is fare I strive for the American Dream just like you I breathe cry bleed have emotions just like you My background is irrelevant My race is no disgrace My race you should embrace I live full of grace Call me naïve but I believe Believe that one day those who judge Will meet their own judge I hold no grudge You misjudge me bY rudY