About the Poem
Being a minority, this poem illustrates my life and what I went through growing up "different". Racism, in any form, is a realistic and horrible way of thinking. I felt I was literally tortured by these people that consistently ridiculed me because of my skin color. Discrimination is a true problem, yet I feel one should not hide behind the fear of racism, but instead speak out. This is what I did with this poem and I can only hope that indeed these "juvenile names" that I was called, may one day not exist at all.
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|by Shayla Campos|
I've washed away the evil names that others gave me.
From their lips trying to destroy my dignity.
Burning through my innocence.
Sculled through my ears - like a demonic chant
casting hexes, wanting to destroy their victim.
Why did you call me those names??
Why did you degrade me until I believed I was
Infantile cries escaped your mouths
as my self worth escaped my soul-
You were vultures wanting to leave me with only a shell
You almost succeeded-
Yet I have removed your curse.