The Hate they give creates war

Mamma!!!! why isn't everyone ttreated equal?

 

why? can't I play with my friend who is mexican or my friend who is white?

 

why can't people just love and do what is right?

 

They hate you in the car.

They hate you on the bus.

They hate you in the store. 

 

white people; they hate you, mexicans; they hate you. 

 

what made them hate you?

 

racism! is what made them hate you.

 

 why?

 

because your not as white or tan skinned as them 

or because you don't learn as fast as they do

 

Bias

 

the reason I struggled with success, I stood for failure.

 

I didn't think I was pretty enough.

I didn't think I was strong enough. 

 

I didn't think! 

 

I didn't have the ability to think for myself.

 

they made my answers and when I tried to speak out  they would say. 

 

SHUT UP!!!!!! YOU'VE SAID TO MUCH !!!!

 

whenever we speak up against police brutaity they say.

 

you have the right to remain silent!

 

And.... Everytime we try to help our people they tell me

 

give up I can't win!

 

But I say the end of my trouble has just began, and because I am ROYALTY

 

I HAVE ALREADY WON.

 

I WON!!!!

 

BECAUSE OF WHO I AM, AND WHOSE  I AM. NOT THE COLOR OF MY SKIN

 

Mamma thank you for teaching me to love my Beautiful Brown skin

 

Mamma thank you for teaching me to look within

 

Mamma in case you didn't hear me the first 

 

or even second time thank you.

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

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