anti racism
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They ask my why I believe in God
When God doesn’t do shit
When God is not there when young men become refugees of war
When children’s bodies shrivel up from starvation
I was seven years old when I learned I wasn’t white
I was seven years old
And a student in Ms. Moran’s first grade class
My cheeks were pink and my nose turned up
What’s the first thing you think of
When you hear America?
Is it freedom?
Or do you think of corruption?
They say it’s the home of the free
from a wilted whisper
to a unyielding yell
you've forced my hand
i won't back down anymore.
