The truth
You may present yourself as a friend to me, but I quietly wonder “are you really an enemy?” just trying to get close to me. So many pretend to be there for me, but in reality already had some sort of plan for me.
What you see externally, that what you assume of me. Just who I am “supposed” to be. What society expects of me and how the world has accepted me.
There is a place in the back of my mind that I often go when I want to leave the world behind. It’s the only place that I can go when all I know is that “I just don't know”. Sometimes this works best for me when I’m unsure about my destiny.
And why should it matter if I have a misdemeanor or felony? Just another excuse to use for not hiring me. More opportunity society continues denying of me.
Why do you feel the need to know if I am Black, Hispanic, Caucasian or Other? What’s really important is that I could be a mother, a daughter, a sister, a brother.
There’s more to me than meets the eye. One might know that if they just tried. Get to know me for who I am; not who I used to be…Thank-you world for accepting me for nothing more than being me.
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