Tiara's+Poetry

Tiara's Poetry Page

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I am an African American as to what ** society ** thinks. I do label myself because that’s what I’m used to, An American that has a black ethnic background. But really who am I?   As told by my mother I am Indian, a Blackfoot Indian and white, I am a young lady short and light. I have my days when I’m mad and want to fight, But on a good day I’m the best person to be around. A person to talk to, have fun with, just laugh and clown. J    I am proud of who I am through good and bad times. Racial slurs shouldn’t affect me but in a way it does. I am **__ME__** my own person only God should judge. What makes me myself is the person I was raised to be. Respectful, honest, loyal, mature , and all a mother expects of me. I try to live up to her expectations. Her hard work made me who I am till this day. I want people to see me from what they know not what they hear. Even though I may show respect to all Doesn’t mean ill show fear. I have a reputation a good one at that, Yes people say I’m rude To be truthful I’m just honest and state the facts. I’m a // patient //one when it comes to certain things, Just depends on what is going on around me that will decide if I act civil or start to scream. Females are my weakest link, So childish and petty what do other people think? Do they think of me that way just from what they see in others? Probably do because the world is __stereotypical __ and very __opinionated __ so what’s to say, obviously a lot; People will always speak lies and will always talk. But as a young African American girl

I am , A degenerate based off my history.  My background comes from Fr an ce , In __ Pennsylvania __ from a plantation in a city. My ancestors were part of the slavery issue , Why should my people’s freedom be misused? My people were sold for labor without a choice. The slave owners didn’t want to listen L      So my people had NO chance of an opinion they wanted to voice. Worked hard for the white man who considered his workers supply and demand. We supplied he demanded, we rebelled we were banned. My people picked cotton on the // hottest  // days outside In the end there was always a tribute made to the man with pride. As time went on unions were formed, Choice was to tag along or be shunned. The term degenerate doesn’t define a person, It’s the term that will belittle and hurt the one with a high intelligence. Knowing were normal and nothing was wrong, The so-called “scientists ” believed eugenics being positive or negative was the best solution. Sterilization was a funny ordeal there is to many people to think sterilizations was the best idea. I truly feel sympathy for my pedigree, My people with a bloodline so pure we should have been able to breed. Despite of how history was, I am a degenerate with a big heart and a lot of love.