Racism
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Gerald Sultana, Grade 9
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Poetry
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2013
Every day, in every way i am isolated,
people stare with beady eyes and i feel alienated i get called hurtful names, everyday and night how am i to deal with it, without putting up a fight every morning i have tears in my eyes always frightened to go outside
How am i to confront the guy if i have no pride, without pride i should step aside, they disrespect me and treat me like dirt all because i have a tattered shirt. Why judge my color, your are so disgraceful hate to admit you have all the power