Don't judge me
For the way that I walk
Before you walk a mile in my shoes
Don't judge me
For the way that I talk
Before you spend a day
In the place I lay my head at night
You have no right
You have no right
What now you think I'm too white?
What is white? What is black? I ask
You ask what is that behind your back
Put your hands up against the wall
Life isn't fair at all
Were you drinking alcohol?
Where'd you get the drugs?
You'll never be nothing but a bunch of thugs.
It was just a hairbrush
It was not a gun
Why'd you have to go and kill somebody's son?
YOU ARE READING
𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 & 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 - (COMPLETED) ✔
PoetryWelcome to black and breathing, a short collection of stories and poetry about the struggles and triumphs of black people over the years. From royalty, to slavery, to civil rights, to #blacklivesmatter and to our future. I hope you enjoy 😁❤ #black...
