GET UP.
Did you hear me?
GET UP.
Because of your skin color you don't have the right to sit here. Don't you see my pale skin? I'm better than you. This is my seat.
GET UP.
Because of your skin color you'll work beneath my feet, you'll be nothing but a slave. Because you aren't like me you'll be sentenced to a life of misery. I'm better than you. I deserve this seat.
GET UP.
You'll never be equal to me, your rights will never be like mine. I've got riches, a roof, food on the table. You have dusty brooms and bruises on your back. While I sit at the counter you sit on the floor. You don't even come close to being me. The pigment of your skin will reflect your life. It'll reflect your safety. And while I am white you are black.
SO GET UP.
Surrender your freedom. You don't have a choice. Even though you look like a human you're nothing but a machine. A machine to do my work for me. You march and hold your signs but I, I have the real power. I might as well call myself God. Kneel beneath me and live a miserable, painful life.
You'll never be me.
GET UP.
Give up this seat not because you want to, because as a white man it's my right to sit here.
Get up.
No.
This poem was influenced by Rosa Parks. An incredible and empowering woman. She refused to give her seat to a white man. Rosa Parks inspires me. Rest In Peace.
-Owen
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Midnight Tears
PoesíaThis is a book of my poetry pieces. I hope you enjoy and possibly get inspired by these poems. Please do not re publish these poems without getting my permission first.
