Two worlds pulled apart,
one of happiness
And one of sadness
Which is believed to
have no heart
Without the belief of feelings
you're considered nothing
Working as slaves,
Not as people
If you're white,
you're worth something
If you're black,
you're not
There's no fairness in being judged
by those whom could careless
Treated like dirt,
For skin that came from
the same earth
brings much hurt,
in a world of color
only seen in white and black
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This poem was actually made by my sister for a class project but she writes beautifully and I wanted to share c:
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I'm Dying Inside
PoetryI said I'd never post another story,poem or whatever on here because I'm terrified of my feelings being shw,n I'm literaly shaking as I write this ...
