Companies Won't Hire My White Skin

He knows the time and place.
They do discriminate against my race.
Not being able to get work is a disgrace.
The managers straight up said it to my face.
She didn't feel I had the right mentality to
Work in her department.
What the hell?
There is a word for that and it's called bullshit.
I need not be ashamed of myself.
It's like I am an endangered species
Not yet extinct.
But the look last of my kind.
The interviews conclude
Erupt and rude.
My hope is disturbed.
Time is forgotten.
History repeats.
The riot controversy.
Wars continue through the centuries.
The scorpion stings.
The dog barks.
Evil takes it's form.
It can be light or dark.
The issues and dilemmas,
Obstacles stage in motion.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

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