Poetry?

This is a poem I wrote soooo long ago. Roughly, 3 years. Give or take.

 

I think it’s alright.

 

Identity Crisis

Little girl with big brown eyes.
All grown up, look toward the sky.
There’s hope, there’s joy, no separation.
Heaven’s limitless; no segregation.

Your vernacular is not quite right,
When you speak you sound a little “white.”
Your Spanish: more than a little funny.
Say one word: you’re looked at like a dummy.

Not brown enough to have Brown Pride
Not black enough, can’t be “down to ride.”
In an all out war, better choose a side.
Don’t be a punk; you’d better not hide.

You try to fit in; try to conform.
Do everything you can to be the “norm.”
Listen to rap, learn the dances.
Do whatever, take some chances.

Fulfill the stereotypes just to give them satisfaction.
Let both sides know who you are just by displaying the fashion.
Don’t be too black, make the Mexicans mad.
Don’t be too brown, make your black family sad.

Make certain you speak with the least amount of diction.
Every now and then add some Spanish, gain some conviction.
Roll your R’s, drop your G’s, throw in a “n—a please” once or twice
Do something like that, it will surely suffice.

Just do what you can, try to survive.
I know sometimes it’s hard to be alive.
Because you struggle day in and day out;
You’re trying to figure what this life is about.

The Jordans, the Locs, the Du-Rags and hair nets;
All apart of this life, you’ve barely lived yet.
I’d tell you it gets easier, but honestly it doesn’t.
So sit back, settle down, and learn to love it.

Don’t be so naïve that you don’t know the difference
Between your friends and you friendly competition.
Don’t be used, nor abused, try to hold on to your identity.
Don’t buy into the garbage from the “Conformity Committee.”

Little girl with big brown eyes.
All grown up, look toward the sky.
There’s hope, there’s joy, no separation.
Heaven’s limitless; no segregation.