It's crazy how we're swept under a rug
Our emotions twisted, pulled and tug
Oh how I wish I was met with a hug
When they said the colour of my skin made me a thug.
Why is it our voices are never heard
It's like they never learned
That fighting for your life shouldn't be earned.
And so I fight back, it is today it will be burned.
They need to learn.
That being black isn't a burden
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2021. Thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Feelings
PoetryR E A D. I N. W H I T E. Just a bunch of words put together R E A D. I N. W H I T E #25 in truthbetold 24 Aug2018
