Black Suicide

Where I came from being depress is not allowed

being depress is not even  known

the thought of suicidal is left to the "Whites"

so I'm not allowed to cry out loud

Where I came from hurting yourself is evil

having the thought of hurting yourself means you're mentally unstable 

hurting yourself means you're somehow possessed by the devil

So I do anything to hide the fact that I'm hurt, to fit in 

when the night comes it's another cut up my arm 

Tonight is the strand...

I guess I'll be the first black to commit suicide

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My community

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