Sick
I’m sick of not being smart enough for an Indian girl
Sick of every movie making fun of my kind
I’m sick of not being tall enough
For frankly I like looking like a midget
Sick of these size 0 making me feel fat
Sick of everyone being scared of a female or colored president
Tired of these narrow minded thoughts people try to infuse into me
Sick of these lies everyone tries to play off as the truth
For not even you believe them
As time changes you wouldn’t think the roads would still be packed with hate
Yet again the color of my skin and the culture I associate with is tattooed to my forehead
Sick of going to the airport and getting checked
Sick every ones problems being worse than mine
Sick of you thinking about what’s under my jeans instead of my heart
I’m sick of being stared at like a piece of meat
Why do my assets over power the most beautiful part of my mind
For that’s who I truly am
Sick of these people who pretend to be my friends and stab me in the back
Tired of you thinking just because I don’t cry that I’m made of stone
Sick of this world being an unjust place
But most of all I’m just sick of being sick
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