What is my Identity?
May it be the skin I have on
Or the color of this pen?
Identity...it all starts with me.
So, what am I?
Or the creator?
I have so many questions, but this Is what I definitely know.
I am a male, Hispanic, commuter.
I am expected to fail but I’m given
The opportunities to achieve.
I am a Christian, but I am misunderstood.
Everyone thinks all I do is hate, but, in reality, I love people and hate pain.
Everyone assumes I hate gay/lesbians, but that’s not true!!
I can’t tell people I live different, because I’ll get rolling eyes.
It’s hard to make friends when people hate you.
I’m not my brother/sisters mistakes.
I do exist even when people don’t want me to.