why am i black.

why am i not worthy to have the same things these white people have mom?

— because you’re black sweetheart.

 

why can’t i wave to the police officer mom?

— because you’re black sweetheart.

 

why does the police have a gun in my face mom?

— because you’re black sweetheart.

 

why does that security guard keep following me in the store mom?

— because you’re black sweetheart.

 

why did that man call me the n word mom?

— because you are black sweetheart.

 

why did the little girl call me ugly mom?

— because you are black sweetheart.

 

why does my hair look different from everyone else’s?

— because you are black sweetheart.

 

why is it, when i speak up, i get called loud and ghetto?

— because you are black sweetheart.

 

why am i being arrested mom?

— because you’re black sweetheart.

 

why do i have to live in a broken home mom?

— because you’re black sweetheart.

 

why does everyone hate me mom?

— because you’re black sweetheart.

 

why doesn’t anyone take me seriously?

— because you’re black sweetheart.

 

i don’t want to be black mom.

— but you are black sweetheart.

 

i don’t want to be scared mom.

— but you are black sweetheart.

 

i want to give up mom.

— you can’t; you are black sweetheart.

 

j

 

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

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