I am a person
the one you look at every day
I have feelings
the kind that make some people stay away
I ask myself Who am I? Only
because I’m afraid, I get up every morning
brush my teeth with Crest White toothpaste
the kind that makes your teeth want to
scream and say YAY! I’m clean!
Who are you?
the nomadic child
never cares about their who’s and whereabouts
the one that gets notorious off of lame Instagram
pictures the ones where your lips are
puckered and your body curved like a horseshoe
and halfway exposed with
your butt all out and you’re barely dressed in clothes
Who is she?
The man that lives lavish
whose younger daughter is a savage
whose son is locked up and got famous
for selling drugs
The man who cares about nobody but himself
The one who has bottles of Ciroc on his shelf
Who is he?
The one who thinks she’s Beyoncé but deep down
inside she’s afraid of herself she thinks
she is meager
but when men come around she gets eager
just to know she’ll have money in her hands
because cash does
nothing but make her dance … in those shoes
she doesn’t have
a clue that what she does can affect her so much
but those silver poles
put food on the table for her because deep down
inside she knows her life
isn’t stable
Then I think again and ask
Who are we?
We are the people of our nation we sabotage
things and destroy others’ feelings
I wish I could say that I love the universe I live
in but everything we do is always
considered a sin.
We are dexterous deep down inside our hearts
which we think is enormous but what we fail
to realize is that the size … the size is very small
because we don’t stand up
for each other and we don’t stand tall!
For what we believe don’t be afraid …
don’t be afraid to cry, it’s okay. We are docile and
if we cry it’s a sign of weakness but if we hold it
inside there would be nothing but darkness
cold like the North Pole while this hatred is
stopping some from reaching their goals.
Yet I wish … I wish that I was audible … I wish
that he felt solace with all his children
the one in jail, the savage, and the one he
doesn’t speak to
I wish that she could just be culpable and take
the blame for what she has done
and try to be someone new
 
most of all I wish that we as a family could just
come together as one and this is coming from I
as “I” write this poem
I hope that you can see being I isn’t as hard
as being He, She, You or We
I just love being I because
You is nomadic,
He is living lavish,
She is meager,
and I …
I brush my teeth with Crest White toothpaste
while I go into the world a bit afraid
but I guess that is what family is for
I am just unknown and my family
doesn’t care anymore
So I wish I could stay I forever and pray for
my family so everything would get better
Grade: 8
Washington, DC
Montgomery County
Money Hungry
Journalist and Fashion Designer
My mother