A Poem fighting 🥊 against racism. We don't choose to be the people we are, only God knows why he created us to be like this. People of our race get murdered for no valid reasons.

Sometimes you'd think that Karma is back to haunt only to find that, that's just not the case. Home is where your root lies, without home you're nothing so it's best to do everything and at the end of a day, remember where you are from. This poem teaches you that, if things are not going well in your life, mainly it's because you left your roots, ignoring where you're coming from won't change the situation you're faced with.

This is a street ruled by violence which results to alot of lives lost, and less success among the youth and local residents. If you want to make it in life, it's good for yourself to leave that area because with jealousy, envy, thuggery, corruption and violence ruling over my street, there's no going forward in life, they keep pulling you back in life.

This poem tells us about a young African who is so proud of being from these lands. He feels so proud yet ask himself rhetorical questions. This poem teaches us that we need to be proud of our roots, where we come from no matter what situations.

𝖠 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝗋𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖾𝖽𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗂𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝖽𝖺𝗒. -𝖭𝗈𝗈𝗋𝖺