Rushawn Brown, University of New Haven
My hair is a crown coarse like sand,
I come from royalty, unapologetically born black.
Born into something you had no control over
Ignorant to who I really am, perpetuating a
Culture I was forced into. Internally questioning
Myself, externally holding my head high.
Pride In my character, inquisitive of my heritage.
What Does it mean to be me in society? How
Do I fit in when I inevitably stand out?
Woe was me, in the motherland I am the norm.
Shall I sulk in sadness because here I am
Divergent. For an instant I almost fell prey
To the self hate fed to my brothers and sisters from birth.
I embrace the color of my skin, what others see
And fear, I use as armor.