My soul yearns for peace,
My mind is at war,
"Why don't they like us?",
What do you kill us for?
The colour of our skin,
Our beautiful melanin,
Why can't we all be at peace,
What did we do to deserve this?
The people meant to protect us are a threat,
When we come in contact with them we fret,
Yes, We could be in potential danger,
Because when they pull the trigger,
It's all over.
