"Now they see us" part 2

Now they see us when our hands are cuffed behind our backs

Now they see us when we're lying dead in the streets

Now they see us when we're being "loud and ghetto" ...

they only see the sterotypes about us

Only see us when our mouths are closed, hoods up and heads down, beacuase our 

apperance is loud

Only see us when we're going into custody or put on trial

They never see us overcome adversity

Cant walk down the street without being profiled

Cant walk down the street without being gunned down

See us to know us, dont think you know us beacuse if that 

news report and yellow tape

Dont see us for what you can take from us

Yall cant see what is like to really be black in America

 

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

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