2011 5th-6th Grade Poetry Winner
I look to the left and see all of the kids gathered around.
How I am not right,
Not like them.
They say I am Black.
I turn my head to the right and notice a girl.
She is shy, insecure.
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.
They can change their personality.
But I can never change my blood.
And I am proud.