When you look at me what do you see? 
Do you see poor? Do you see young? Do you see disadvantaged? 
Is it because I am black?
The world tells me that I can be anything I want to be. 
But when I try, the world laughs at me. 
They do not see a woman, they do not see smart, they do not see potential. 
They only see black. 
I am more educated than most and I work even harder, 
But because of my skin, most won't even bother. 
It is because I am dark? Is it because of the texture of my hair? 
Or do you not think about it, perhaps you do not even care. 
The struggles I see, the things I have been through. 
Because you cannot relate to them, my struggle means nothing to you. 
So you go about your life, in your own little world. 
Overlooking what you perceive, as this little black girl. 
One who is not poor, whose mind has wisdom untold.
One who has dreams,  one who is strong and bold. 
Do not pity me, because no matter what you see.
I am not my skin, I please believe 
I am more than just black.