You see me in class, Of course, you notice me because I’m the main one talking.
I play past the rules
I’m African American
So, of course you
Think I don’t care about my grades.
I’m black so of course you think I’m stupid
My grades are the random, Poetry is my thing
History is a breeze.
When you said I should be happy going home with that C,
I rebuttal education is a key.
I’ve been wondering lately,
Trying to figure out just how it could be that you’re around me soften and still don’t know a thing About me.
You see me on Instagram fighting for my right,
Telling you how my people are treated in this country.
So there I am fighting for my rights
Socially, Mentally, Physically,
You see me every time you hit a social media app you see me
On Facebook, Twitter and Snap and back at it on Instagram
Yet you keep swiping down
There I am again,
Yet you just flick me off.
But when you see me on the street you walk past me like you’ve just eaten a spider.
Every time I try to make a change it’s always disturbed my hatred.
C’mon stop being a hater and be a lover
You see me anywhere cause I’m told same.
I’m not just any ordinary girl
I’m beautiful, Young, Oromo, I’m also a hijabe.
Each time I raise my hand with a question the teacher is inferring I need additional support
Digits might not be my thing but I know my history
Even the ones that aren’t told.
My people’s voices aren’t heard
We fight for our rights
We hold our fist up as if it’s a Black Lives Matter movement.
You still don’t know a thing about me you figure out that I’m Oromo somewhat called Ethiopian
You assume all we eat is injera.
My mom buys all the recipes with a bargain price.
Assumption running out my way,
Just like how water goes down a waterfall.
Flying into my ears all the dirty things you say about me
Excluding me from my rights you put a NO!
To my life.
I’m always stereotyped.