They made fun of me. My accent, my sharp nose, my facial hair, and even my mother.
They made fun of me because I was more fluent in my mother tongue than English.
I can still hear their laughter.
I can vividly remember them mocking me when I asked something.
But everything changed one day when I put on my crown.
The day I knew my worth. The day their laughter changed to some unrhythmic noise.
I am not a victim. I am a symbol of perseverance.
I have become more than them but I don’t laugh at them. I pity them.