Racism
I am the center of attention
I am their source of entertainment
I knew I'm just no one
I hate these kind of treatment
I never did anything wrong
So why am I feeling these all along
Oh I see, I'm not belong
Because of this color of mine
Is it my fault that I'm born like this?
Is it our sin to look like coal?
What can we do if it's our race?
We can't control, for its our soul
All my life, I am fighting for my rights
My ancestors died asking for freedom
I thought we found the light
But still we're caged inside this dome
We are just asking for acceptance
We are not into vengeance
Remember I'm still His creation
So I deserve your respect and appreciation
Acts 10:34,35
For a certainty I perceive that God is not partial, but in every nation the man that fears him and works righteousness is acceptable to him.
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Words Untold
PoesíaSometimes, there are words that should remain unsaid. Sometimes, there are words that shouldn't be delivered. Sometimes, things should just be forgotten.
