MEA Poem by sean greya little bit of meWho am I? Well, I'm 17 years old, raised on the Barn of the Crumlin Road. Young black boy, Crumlin, no accent. Only Black Boy in all of my life's classes. Only colored boy, I wish I wasn't alone... had friends to help at school, but not at home.
'Weirdo' Psycho' 'Muppet' 'Tick'... All the crap names that my bullies would pick, even worse names like 'N****r' which would make me sick, Pushed me on the ground and gave me a slap, And I'm the one in trouble if I ever push back.
I wish I could turn time and start over again, but you can't fast forward, Rewind or pause, Just press Play. My Mom was always there, my Dad disappeared. Friends come and go but family are still there. People always laugh at me and think that they can win through, but I hate when they judge me not knowing what I've been through. I smile while I'm hurting, I laugh while I'm crying When I'm sad or alone I keep an optimistic mind And when I'm threatened and hurt I still stand my ground.
An African boy, "in a crate he was found", An irreverent way to bring my self-esteem down. But I digress, my mother comes from there... With her light brown skin and her curly hair.
Came with nothing, had to work from scratch From village to city but not just like that (click) From mad color coated fabrics to dull black and white From joined brothers and sisters to stinging stereotypes
So again my name is Sean and I hope you'll stick around So who Am I? Well I'm Crumlin and I'm Irish, Sound!! © 2020 sean greyFeatured Review
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Added on April 30, 2020Last Updated on April 30, 2020 Authorsean greydublin, IrelandAbouthi well im a young adult, Irish, black and i love poetry i hope y'all will except me more..Writing
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