The National Eyes of an Urban Pariah

By Delali Norvor

My name is Urban Pariah and
We got a lot to talk about.
We dont see these stories in
Living color but in black and white.
Or in this case, only black.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781483658131

Delali Norvor

Delali Norvor is a teenage writer residing in Maryland. She was born in Accra, Ghana on October 29th, 1995. She was diagnosed with a minor case of Cerebral Palsy as a young infant but that didn’t stop her. She is an avid reader and she skipped 6th grade in middle school. She won second place at the 36th Annual PGCPS' Write-A-Book Contest and her poem named "Music Video Life" is being published in a poetry book called "A Celebration of Poets." Delali just finished her junior year at Eleanor Roosevelt High School. Apart from writing, she enjoys running her organizations she founded called Global Heart which aims to raise awareness on the issues of terrorism and promote world peace & democracy and EduHelp which is an organization designed to provide school supplies to the less fortunate schools.

Book preview

ANTHEM OF URBAN

TEENAGE GIRLS

W e face pigmentation injustice,

Light skin, dark skin,

Yellow bottles,

Red bones,

Isn’t that enough?

We live in America

But we live in urban America.

You can spot us wearing

Black lipsticks because

We are products of Black America

However, we don’t call it Black

America but we are

The urban teenage America,

The young America.

Quite unspoken but you know

We exist; you just don’t see us

On television; your vision is so

Blurred. Maybe for this poetic chronicle,

You need your glasses.

You were reading the anthem of

Urban teenage girls.

AMERICAN TEENAGER

F reshman year, you were cool but sophomore year,

I didn’t know who you were anymore.

Junior year is here and I hardly recognize you.

Congratulations, you officially fit in

Living up your high school dreams

Of fitting in with the girls of pop and the boys

Of ball. Baby, you are partyin’ every other weekend.

You forgot yourself and now, you fit in.

Ain’t that the curse of being an American teenager?

Tryin’ hard for acceptance and love.

High school is a gang and you fall into peer pressure.

Ain’t that the curse of an American, American teenager?

Smokin’ some weed,

Havin’ fornication so you can be in his memory

And grace forever.

You are one of the bad girls now,

You used to be cool.

Now you just reek of desperation

In this nation