Prejudice
I walk down the busy street
Full of people I will never meet
Yet as I walk I feel them all stare
At the skin I dare to bareThe children whisper together and I see
Talking about what their parents say about me
That I'm a nasty person whom they ought to hate
They have been brought up to discriminateIn there heads they think that we are all slaves
That as a race we have cried so many tears as to cause waves
White people do not recognise that we are strong
That we can be as smart as them and that they are wrongThe hardships we have been through have forged a unique bond
Yet unless we are the ones accused they just won't respond
When white men are accused they are not treated the same
As the black men whom always seem to be to blameWell tell me this will this ever be changed
Could the laws ever be rearranged
Will we ever be given the opportunity
To become one loving communityI guess I will never know
Today I am the peoples foe
You see me and point but do not think
That perhaps some things do interlinkI find it sad that I will simply admit
I am expected to just get on with it
No matter what happens today
But that is my life and it is this way
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Prejudice
PoetryJust a little poem I wrote the other day based on Calpurnia from to kill a mockingbird