This Is Me

I am only sixteen, but I have been through it all.
Growing up was not easy at all living in the hood:
I never got to play outside past dark,
Seeing people get robbed on my way to school.
Everyday I prayed that I would not be a victim too.

Don't get me wrong my story sounds sad.
That's not the worst thing that happened.
I used to be told I wouldn't be nothing,
Just a dumb African-American female.
They told me my future is gone.

Little do they know that's not me.
I might be African-American, but I'm far from slow.
I went to the worst schools in the city, but I passed on my own.
I make good grades and have a fabulous GPA.
I am proud of me and my race.

College letters get sent to me everyday.
I might be the first in my family to make it someday.
I have a heart full of gold and a smile on my face.
I won't let anyone get in my way.
I will be successful and I will be great.

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