What We Are Poem by Lely Atempa

What are you?
Is the question people ask me, when they see me.

What are you?
Is something the race of people have to deal with everyday.

Is there even a Race?

Is there black, whites, asians, hispanics, Mexicans and even Africans?
Does it even exist when we are put in a category?

That we will be judged by the color of our skin.
That people hate us for no reason at all.

We are just a number on a spreadsheet

The government doesn't care about us.
If they did, Why are mostly colored people in Jail?

If they did where are all the Immigrants rights?
If they did why do people treat each other differently?

Why is there a statue of liberty?
If you're not giving us the liberty to stay here and be treated equally

How can son's and mother's watch the sunset.
Knowing that her son won't be set.

Knowing that sons and daughters
Will be judge on the color of their skin.

Scared that these kids won't be able to live long enough
To go to college or to really start living their life.

We are a country,

A Nation

We are humans

We all are the same
We fought wars together.

We are a Family of different cultures
Not a perfect family tho

But heck what family is

We are…..
Friends,

Family,

Cousins,

Mothers,

Fathers,

Sisters,

And

Brothers

We are Family
Not a Race

But A Family with a tough life
And Full of problems

Any Questions?