Being Colored

Sat, 12/03/2016 - 12:25 -- ikmccoy

Judged by others and people of different colored mothers.

God created all of us as one, supposedly sisters and brothers.

If I asked you what specifically is wrong with my skin color, 

you would throw dirt on my name, judging a book by it's 

cover. Why can't one man not walk out safely on the streets

without being called a nigger or brutally beat. Our great

ancestors who made us who we are, look down high upon 

the stars. Please be grateful for life is so precious, it can be 

taken away from you in a sudden minute. This powerful 

war we shall endeavor and celebrate our victories we 

fought for together.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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