Someone Like Me
Born into a world of lovely things
Lovely dreams and childish beliefs
That in this word I think
I shall be treated as a human being
Despite my skin color, my ethnicity, my breed
Well, I am broken-hearted, crushed dreams, you see
To see how this isn’t how life is going to be
At least for someone like me
Living life as a child
Told young that because I don’t have white skin and blonde hair,
Life won’t be as fair
That people liking me will be rare
Living life as an adult
I have to walk down the street scared
And I swear
My heart beats faster and my stomach tears
With every white person that stares
Is this just me being delusional
Is this just conditional
Is this emotion exceptional
Is this feeling locational
Is the racism unintentional
Is any,all,of this irrational
No, no,no,no,no
This hatred is divisional
This war is attritional
The resentments one dimensional
This hostility is conventional
And my skin color is correctional
My skin color is correctional
I am correctional
I hope this hatred isn’t irrevocable
If not
I hope my skin is changeable
Born into a world of hatred things
Torn dreams and lost beliefs
That in this world I think
I won’t be treated as a human being
Because of my skin color, my ethnicity, my breed
So, I am broken-hearted, crushed dreams, you see
To know this is how life is going to be
At least for someone like me
Copyright © Alejandro Rosales | Year Posted 2020
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