Hold My Hand

Life was meant to be fair. Or at least that is what I have been told. Growing up a minority in a small town definitely comes with its up and downs. To be chosen last because of your race. Time and time again I was never given the upper hand. Whether in school, sports, or in any public altercation. This left me thinking that I would never win the race. But who said life was a race anyways. Not letting the predicament I was in ruin my pace. Pushing through every moment of diversity as if it was my last. Regardless of the harsh words and menacing stares. Believing in a higher road to chase was worth all the glares. Holding my own hand along the way.