My struggle is people who define me by my skin color and my height,
but as an African American male I won’t let the hate stop me.
My struggle is that people think that I am dumb due to the stuff I say,
but I will show them I am not and my goal is to become a neurosurgeon.
My struggle is that I am Bi and people push me to say I am straight,
but I won’t let them define who I am.
My struggle is being a woman,
but I can do the same if not more than a man.
My struggle is people who paint me as a racist,
but you can’t focus on the past, only bring positivity to the present.
My struggle is worrying about people who are homeless,
but when America SCORES and One Hen I can help support them.
My struggle is worrying about people who are made fun of
but I can support them and be a friend.
My struggle is I am not good at math,
but I am working at getting better at it.
My struggle is that I sometimes get bullied,
but I don’t care, this is my life and I will stay strong.
My struggle is that adults in the world are not as woke as they should be,
but I promise that I’ll do better.
My struggle is that I worry about another human being entering my life,
but my family and I will grow up to be great individuals.
My struggle is worrying going into a school
and worrying about not coming out due to school shooters.
My struggle is worrying about walking home and getting struck by a blind bullet,
but I want to help my peers to stay off the street.
My struggle is not unique,
but together we will turn our struggle into strength.
-Newton D. Baker Middle School Group Poem – Fall 2018