BROWN

Being sixteen is pretty messed up; teenage is the first-ever shot of tequila.

And I am a perfect example of drama; I even cry over my old tees from fila.

I am brown among blondes & brunettes; how am I even going to be like them?

My self-doubt is growing at its best.

I do have a crush on this white guy; he sit right next to me in chemistry.

And his dating score is quite high.

I will go unnoticed being the odd one; do I have to imitate other girls?

I tried hard to fit in to be wanted; I ended up becoming the tagged one.

I realized the power of self-love; my ethnicity is nothing to blame.

If I choose myself to love and pamper; wholesomeness will follow naturally.

Whether I choose to get highlights or cover myself in artistic tattoos.

It should be from me for me.

Whether I am sixteen or sixty,

Only I am going to fix me.

The attention will show; The love will follow.

Brown is my identity which will always glow.