I didn’t migrate from another country but my mom did/
It was a hard journey for her but I never understood this as a kid/
It wasn’t until I was in my adolescences that I did/
My mom place her roots in LA/
It wasn’t the greatest place/
But I never once placed blamed her for raising us in such a concrete jungle/
I would ride the train and notice different people pack into the subway like a crayon bundle/
Different shades/
1.75 was the price to pay/
Luckily, I didn’t have to ride everyday with drug dealers, stick up kids and gangsters/
But most minorities don’t have the privilege to take other means of transportation/
I saw ICE/
The law enforcing guys/
Raid houses/
And trap my people/
Treating them with lethal force/
After I completed my final course/
In high school/
I had to find another school/
To go to college/
To pursuit knowledge and my destiny/
So I made a migration of my own/
And left my home/
To come to SBCC/
It was hard for me/
Cause I was out of place/
I felt people giving me looks when I would walk into a place/
I felt unwelcomed in any remote rich place/
Which is everywhere/
Constantly getting hit with stares/
But to be fair/
I was rocking hoodies 2 times my size/
And dickies as shorts with high socks/
Dressing like how my people would on my block/
It’s my nature to dress this way and I’m not going to stop/
I left the block to take the trip to college/
And I tend to write more than any person in a Starbucks with a laptop/
I can’t stop/
People’s perception of me/
But it does bug me/
when I can’t even go to a museum without getting followed by security/
But clearly, they’re doing their job/
I’m not an immigrant but I don’t have to be/
To feel what they feel on the daily/
I hope any newborn baby doesn’t feel the way I do/
I hope they just get accepted and feel welcomed/
As most mayors do/
To tell the truth I don’t know if my current community accepts me/
like my old city/
Maybe if people look deep within me/
They’ll see what my friends and family see/ Yours truly – ELOHIM
It was a hard journey for her but I never understood this as a kid/
It wasn’t until I was in my adolescences that I did/
My mom place her roots in LA/
It wasn’t the greatest place/
But I never once placed blamed her for raising us in such a concrete jungle/
I would ride the train and notice different people pack into the subway like a crayon bundle/
Different shades/
1.75 was the price to pay/
Luckily, I didn’t have to ride everyday with drug dealers, stick up kids and gangsters/
But most minorities don’t have the privilege to take other means of transportation/
I saw ICE/
The law enforcing guys/
Raid houses/
And trap my people/
Treating them with lethal force/
After I completed my final course/
In high school/
I had to find another school/
To go to college/
To pursuit knowledge and my destiny/
So I made a migration of my own/
And left my home/
To come to SBCC/
It was hard for me/
Cause I was out of place/
I felt people giving me looks when I would walk into a place/
I felt unwelcomed in any remote rich place/
Which is everywhere/
Constantly getting hit with stares/
But to be fair/
I was rocking hoodies 2 times my size/
And dickies as shorts with high socks/
Dressing like how my people would on my block/
It’s my nature to dress this way and I’m not going to stop/
I left the block to take the trip to college/
And I tend to write more than any person in a Starbucks with a laptop/
I can’t stop/
People’s perception of me/
But it does bug me/
when I can’t even go to a museum without getting followed by security/
But clearly, they’re doing their job/
I’m not an immigrant but I don’t have to be/
To feel what they feel on the daily/
I hope any newborn baby doesn’t feel the way I do/
I hope they just get accepted and feel welcomed/
As most mayors do/
To tell the truth I don’t know if my current community accepts me/
like my old city/
Maybe if people look deep within me/
They’ll see what my friends and family see/ Yours truly – ELOHIM
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