I am what I am
A young male coming from the cold Mexican streets
Where getting beat up is ok
And it’s hard to find someone who cares
I am what I am
The one who took the trip from Mexico to U.S. hard
But with time got used to
And learned to love his new home
I am what I am
The one who takes his sweet time
He distracts everybody
And his teachers are always on for not doing what he’s suppose to
I am what I am
The one kid who can’t stay still
If u look around he won’t be in his seat
He’ll be wondering around the whole class
I am what I am
The shy guy that turns into
The one who can’t stop talking once he finds his comfortable zone
I am what I am
The turtle in the class when it comes to work
No matter how hard he tries
He’ll get distracted and never finish
I am what I am
As proud as his family
I won’t change for anybody or any reason
And won’t forget where I came from.
2 comments:
i liked when you said that you come from the cold streets of mexico because that's true... nice job!!!!!
your poem sounds like you reflected your experiences really honestly and effectivly. it sounds authentic
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