For a moment in my mind, I wonder guessing What It would be like to find shelter within your white skin
no longer interrupted by the nation's cruelty.
I imagine for a moment what it is like to benefit from your white privileged. What it be like to have a shied of protection designed to dimmish another man self wroth.
I am suddenly finding myself snapping back into reality as I realize you do not want to empathize with my plight.
The melanin in my skin has caused me to feel the impact of this Cruze.
I came from a people who were stripped of their true identity.
My ancestor's minds were conditioned to deny their true wroth.
The same oppressive rules continue to be reinforced upon my consciousness.
I fight the contrived stereotypes that are forced upon my identity.
The laws of this nation were put in place to hinder my advancement. As I walk into a store I am meant with that same suspicious glance. A man can never get used to always being ambushed by accusations assumed to be a suspect presumed guilty as charged.
As I turn on the news I am reminded
the justice system will not abolish these racial myths. So I can't help but feel voiceless within my soul.
I shed these tears knowing if I have the urge to speak out I may die.
You would never be eager to trade places with me.
You could not handle the horror that my people have endured.
Maybe this is why this nation lacks the empathy to understand what like to be a black and brown person in America.
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Sunken dreams
PoetryThis collection of poetry is inspired by black life matters movement there are so much injustice that seems to be tearing American apart. This collection of poetry wants you to take a glimpse what it like to be a person of color in America.
