I feel the stares and judgment
As we walk around.
They look at us like were from a different planet
And all I can do is frown.
My skin glows like pale white snow,
Whiles yours radiates a darker tone
And somehow, that signifies that were not family.
But you and I- we were raised together;
You are my brother,
You are my sister
I see no difference, blood or not.
I love you just the same,
Is that such an unearthly thought?
People treat us so differently
Yet, they tell me racism is dead
But, how can that be?
When I can choose what I want to be,
But, they don't have the same privileges as you and me.
Even though they were raised in the United States,
My mother still had to ruin what my brother thought could be his fate:
He could never be president
And that left a cruel dent.
He realized he will always be different
And never truly be accepted in society's eyes.
It created such a heartbreaking thought that made him want to cry.
But, they were put them here for a reason
And because of that, I will fight to make this not a treason.
They're my family and we fight for one another,
No matter what it takes
Because we love each other.
And when my sister came home with tear-filled eyes,
Saying the kids at school told she needs to wash her skin
So she can look like my brother and I
It made me look to the sky and ask "why"?
Why do you shame
In this day and age?
It's 2018,
People need to learn:
She is not dirty,
She is not some untamed beast,
She is a beautiful Hispanic that bleeds red just the same
As you and me.
She still learns American history
And feels patriotism for this country.
Because like it or not,
She is a USA citizen.
And that's what makes me an activist
To fight issues like this
Because I can't imagine my life without adoption in it.
Without my brother and sister, it would never be the same,
They have made me who I am to this day.
They have made me strong,
They have me loyal,
They have made me a better person
With good morals.
And I pity those that can't see this,
Because they're missing out on what adoption really is.
