I AM BLACK

             I AM BLACK.

         A COLOR, SO STRONG IT SENDS SOME CHILLS IN YOUR BACK.

       LISTEN, SHOOT BECAUSE I AM BLACK BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT SHOT BACK. 

      ITS FUNNY, YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE COLOR BLACK  WITHOUT A BRUSH PASTE ON MY SKIN.

                 OH GOD,

            LET THE RACISM BEGIN

              THE TASTE OF KOOL-AID AID AND WATERMELON, SO SWEET.

           BUT OH NO, YOU SHOOT ME  BECAUSE I AM BLACK

             A LABEL WITHOUT GETTING TO SEE ME.

 

NOW I AM DEAD AND YOU WILL NEVER KNOW ME.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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