The Instructor said,
Go home and write,
a page tonight,
and let that page come out of you,
Then it will be true.
The world is in a state of racial confusion.
Being Black is hard -
being part White even harder.
You may say that you understand and
think that you do -
but you can't.
My history defines who I am -
my joy, my pain, my fears,
my sacrifices, my triumphs
And we don't share the same history.
Being Black I have to overcome many things:
all the hate
all the hurt
Free your mind they say -
end the hate.
when it is sometimes a part of
who I have become -
my only defense against the distress of
not being accepted for I am
when our society thrives on
ignorance and supports the construction of
the walls that separate us.
Hate destroys the ones who hate and
we must all survive.
Being a teenager is hard. I try to figure out
who I am and
Who I want to be.
It's like looking in the mirror one day
and not recognizing
The person I see.
it is not easy to know what is true for you and me.
Because I am still trying to figure out what the
Truth really is.
Sometimes you may not agree with what I say,
Who I am or what I think -
sometimes I care.
But aren't we all striving for the same goal?
To just be who we are -
whoever that may be.
And do what we want -
whatever that is.
Maybe on our journey through life (together)
we will discover what it really means to be
you and me.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.