I walk outside, pants sag real low and the bandana in my back pocket. They call me a thug but I’m just being myself. What do you see?
The binder is under my arm and I get really good grades in school. They call me a nerd but I’m just being myself. What do you see?
I’m always angry at the world and I take it out on the closest people around me. They call me the angry black girl but I’m just in a lot of pain and trying to find myself. What do you see?
Walking through school with my headphones blasting avoiding any conversation with anyone. They call me really quiet but I’m just listening to the stories within the stories. What do you see?
I pick up the blunt up, light it then proceed to drink whatever alcohol I can get my hands on. They call me a druggy and an alcoholic but I’m just too hurt to admit my pain to anyone around me. Through my pain I’m actually screaming for help. What do you see?
Picture these people… what do you see? Stereotypes? Thugs? Nerds? Anger? Quietness? Alcoholics? Or do you see actual people??