Cold World
bruised,abused,forgotten
that's how I feel
my ghostly phantom surrounds me
lord please repeal
a world with two colors
black and white
one superior one inferior
what a gruesome sight
thirteenth
my chains departed
soul still lost
the divide imparted
lord please repeal
fourteenth
little rock nine
government unperturbed
the visible parting line
a pain still endured
bruised, abused, forgotten
that's how I feel
a cold world surrounds me
lord please repeal
This poem is about:
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world