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Love vs Color
Brown curly hair, brown eyes, tan skin
High ego
But kinda cute
Was what I thought when I entered my fifth grade classroom on the first day of school
Little did I know what I will be faced with
He said funny jokes, to make me smile and laugh on days where I was feeling the glooms
Teased me so I would tease him back
Carried my big suitcase for me on a field trip
Got slime on my hair so he could clean it off and come close to me
I was falling for him
My innocent self not knowing the dangers of love
When he said to a friend, ¨No, I don't like her¨
Why
¨Cause shes brown¨
Bam, the sound of a invisible bullet piercing through my heart
He didn't mean it did he
He couldn't have
It all struck me in a split second
Discrimination
Race
Hate
Color
he couldn't accept the fact that he liked me to his white friends
He was embarrassed of me
He was just like the rest of them
Choosing his reputation over everything we´ve been through
Siding with society instead of with me
Choosing color over love
Maybe he would apologize
But deep down even in that innocent mind of my 10 year old self
I knew things would never the be same between us
And I was right
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Hi, my name is Amruta I. and I am currently a rising freshman and am 14 years old. My roots and heritage trace back to the small villages in South India, where my parents were born. As a Indian American teenager life has a lot of obstacles to offer to try and get me to give up on my culture, but whenever I feel that way poetry is who I go to. I release all my emotions into a poem and it is my way of coping with stress and all the feelings in me. I love that poetry is so diverse just like the world around us, and it allows us to express ourselves and create an impact. Besides writing poetry I also learn and perform Indian classical dance, also known as Bharatanatyam. I started learning Bharatanatyam at the tender age of 4 and it has grown to become a part of me. I am very passionate towards Indian classical dance as it's further connected me to my heritage.