For Children

Katherine Franco

Proud

2011 5th-6th Grade Poetry Winner

I look to the left and see all of the kids gathered around.
Talking.
About me.
How I am not right,
Not like them.
They say I am Black.
Ugly.
I turn my head to the right and notice a girl.
She is shy, insecure.
Almost different.
I am hopeful.
Maybe she will care.
Realize that I am just like them.
Look past my color.
But she does not.
She walks over to the rest of them and stands within their crowd.
She was
Almost different.
They can change their personality.
Their thoughts.
But I can never change my blood.
My skin.
And I am proud.