What Is Fair?
I am here
I do what i please
so why can't he
He isn't different
You judge by his pigment.
Now is that fair?
Do you even care?
They say it's deserved
Why can't black lives be preserved?
I don't think you care
As he's laying there gasping for air
They say all have freedom
I think they're misleaden
I'm done spitting what i've been thinkin
I'm just going to let that sing in
This poem is about:
My country