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[drcknowledgeandpower]

The reading that really captured my attention was Lopez's Social Construction of Race. What I got out of this reading was the fact that It is society's fault that we have this distorted perception of what race is. It got me thinking, is race really a thing, or something that society made up, because we are so fixed in our ways of needing to classify things? If you look at the biological standpoint, race is not real, because people cannot be classified based on skin tone appearance, because a white person could have more of a similar DNA to a black person, than a black person to another black person. Because of this reading, I have realized that we need to stop classifying people, because as you can see with the issue of race, it is detrimental.

[drcknowledgeandpower]

I AM

By: Becky Adu

 Iam more than just a number, I am more than just my body, I am more than whatthese hips and thighs that you have confined me I am not trying to fit your mold, just look into my eyes and realize that I am more I am more than just a color, I am more than just what you see, I am more than those prejudice words and thoughts that society tries to use to bind me I'll stand tall and I'll be bold, just look into my eyes and realize that I am more I am more than just my social class, I am way much more than what I make, I am more than this low middle high class system that society tries to make I'll open my heart and not be cold, just look into my eyes and realize that I am more I am way much more than my grades, I am more than my gpa, I am WAY, WAY much more than whatever Rutgers University has to say I'll try my best, just like I was told, just look into my eyes and realize that I am more I am more than the average young romance:                                                                              you see Disney’s playing mind games on me, telling me how love is “supposed to be” But you know what, I need a reality, I don’t need a glass slipper coming off my feet I am more than temporary young love, I am more than a random drunk hook up, making excuses and blaming it on what was in my cup But I do believe in love, only if it comes from the Man above, just look into my eyes and realize that I am more You see I am not the average pastor's kid, the partying and drinking is what I did Trying to be seen, and fit into what wasn’t me, not knowing God sees the true me

  So who exactly am I?

I am a child of the most high, and yes, yes sometimes I may cry

Because you know what I am not perfect, but I do know I am worth it

Worth the wait.

 I am worth more than the prejudice, racist, discrimination

That Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King fought for the blacks, Africans, and the Haitians

I am worth more than my nappy hair, that I try to hide and straighten, just so I don’t get those stares

 I am worth having, worth sharing, and yes, worth fearing…

I’m strong, black, and beautiful

Young, vibrant, and truthful

 I’m intelligent and caring

And yes at times I may be daring

 I am independent and timid

And not too concerned about my image

 I am above and beyond

And describing me could really go on and on

So at the end of the day,                                                                                                                 I could care less what you have to say

Just look into my eyes and realize that I AM MORE