The colour of my skin,
May never decide they way I can live.
Dark or light,
It makes no difference to me or to you, right?
I breathe in the same air as you do,
I walk upon the same land as you.
There's more to me,
Than the colour of my skin, you see.
But your eyes, which are blinded by cliches,
Will see nothing beyond.
To humanity's and my dismay,
Your is mind clouded by old narrow minded thoughts.
You'll always see what you want,
And always feel what you've been taught.
So I can't blame you for the hate you feel,
It runs through your blood like a genetic disease.
I refuse to believe,
That I am underneath,
You or someone else,
Just because of the colour of my skin.
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This poem is dedicated to George Floyd. I hope he rests in peace and justice is served.
#JusticeforGeorge #blacklivesmatter
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