They take my kindness for…. Weakness

They consider my uniqueness for…. Strange

They call my language…. Ghetto

They consider my success…. Accidental

My questions mean I am…. Unaware

My morals are under attack

Admiration for my race makes me…. Too Black


I am only me, that is all that I can be

No more, no less, don’t second guess

I am not perfect, I do have my faults,

like when I get scared I put up high walls

Or I’m not as forgiving, as I’d sometimes like to be

My logic is all my own, at times misunderstood,

because I don’t always do things for my own good


If I stand up for myself I am too…. Defensive

If I don't trust them I am too…. Apprehensive

I am defiant if I…. Separate

I am fake if I…. Assimilate

Why can’t I just be… me



Because their strength is in your blood

And that makes you powerful, too

But thank you if I have kept your attention‎.

This isn’t about the rhyme, because I would surely do it all the time.

Being black wasn’t a choice or intention

I’m already black, there is no correction,

“I will keep living up! No way my life will be a recession!”

I am my own identity

The world cannot define me… 

By Trent Miles

This poem was written because, as an African American, I want to feel accepted. I don’t want to be looked down upon or made fun of just because of my skin color. My skin color isn’t only a threat. My blackness symbolizes my roots, my history and my ancestors. My brown skin symbolizes compassion and determination. Against all odds, I stand tall and proud with my brown skin color, black hair and black eyes. Seeing me is seeing hundreds of years of black figures fighting to make a difference in their community. People such as MLK, Rosa Parks and Malcolm X are proud to be black. My skin represents rebellion against adversities thrown at me. I keep in my heart that I should be thankful because without their fighting, I may not be where I am today.