originally known as Come as you are
some personal poems about little 'ol life
and photos to entertain the eyes
poetry + fotas
I am overcome with the sadness of oppression.
Of a people...who are people all the same. Stuck in a world who hates color, Unless it's cleverly cloaked in fame. I am sick with the plague of prejudgement, Where some people are only deemed good for their hands. Because God forbid if those people, Were created as equal as Earth's other man. I am starved by the hunger to see no justice. When so many lives are lost, and at any age. Where no evidence could protect the people, And no unfairness could justify their rage. I am alarmed by the truth of this relapse. A cancerous history that's never cured. Though the people shortly see a remission, The cancer always returns in new form. I have been struck down on my knees by my cohabitants, I can never make them proud. Though I speak up when they mistreat my people, I am asked to quiet down. So I am wounded by this war against people. As long as these stereotypes whip my back. Because to them, I am not people... I am nothing more than black. |
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February 2015
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