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I feel your stares on my back,
And honestly I feel attacked.
I'm never good enough.

Not pretty enough,
Not skinny enough,
Not smart enough,
Not talented enough,
Not brave enough,
Not happy enough,
I don't try hard enough.

I know two languages.
I'm bicultural.
My background is colorful,
But I'm not good enough.

Not white enough,
Not Mexican enough,
Not fluent enough,
Not proud enough,
Not shy enough,
Not confident enough,

Ni soy de aquí.
Ni soy de allá.
I'm not accepted anywhere.
You're in America now speak English.
Habla español o se te olvidará.
Caught between two worlds,

And every single look cast my way,
Feels like knives on my skin.
Because we've been trained to control people,
We consider it child's play,
But you don't know anything,
You don't know where I've been.

I'm not good enough.
Not pretty enough,
Not skinny enough,
Not smart enough.

ENOUGH OF THAT.

This is who I am.
I was born clumsy,
And confused,
And indecisive.
I may be dust,
But I am also starlight.

I am a beautiful paradox.
I may not fit your standards,
But I fit mine.

And maybe,
That's enough.

by GL Reader | 10/6/2017