My Face, My Race
Everyday I visualize, How much there is to realize
Coming from a third world country
It is sad to see, what people perceive me to be
They criticize and stimatize,
Based on the little information they know.
They never see the intelligence of my race,
All they see is a gold digger's face
They know nothing about my kind
Why can't they stop judging and leave me to my piece of mind?
Like a door slamming to our faces, the harsh words are ruthless
The fire that's burning to our chests,
When will they leave my race to rest?
One day they'll see how great my people can be
This is just a start, I came here to be smart
I am working hard and taking this opportunity
Each of you will see, I am beginning a legacy
From this day forward stereotypes we must resist
To have another day where stereotypes will no longer exist
Allow me to continue this journey, so then one day you will know
In spanish its "Camino" in Tagalog its to be a "Filipino"
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