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MIRROR, MIRROR


My clothes are baggy, I speak ebonically, and I love this hip-hop revolution
And for my desired style I pay a price:
I am judged by my physical appearance


I walk in to a store only to followed, watched closely, or seen out
If a purchase isn't made within 2 minutes after I walk in


I walk into a store and after 2 minutes of browsing
I'm asked to leave because I have over stayed my welcome


I walk down the streets of the neighborhood at night
Only to be stopped by strangers who ask if I have in my possession
Enough drugs to go to jail


I walk down the streets of my neighborhood at night
Only to be stopped by strangers who ask if I have in my possession
Enough drugs to sell


I walk down the halls of my school looked at as just another,
Another who won't make it because my head could never stay in the books


I walk down the halls of my school looked at as just another,
Another fool waiting to cause trouble


I walk through life keeping my head held high
For those keep a close eye on me


I walk through life keeping my head held high
And know that no matter what others think
As long as I think positive I can do no wrong

Written by Beniot D. Green Jr.

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