(poems go here) Human
Back in the days, they classify me as nothing.
They claim the stain on my skin is showing,
But am I not human.
Excuse my language, but they also classified as a Negro.
But to my Knowledge, some of them become the world’s greatest heroes,
But back then I was not human.
Have you ever notice that when we bleed, we bleed red.
And when we cry tears flows from the fossett of our eyes.
Have you ever stop..... to think, that our minds just might be alike.
But I’m not human.
If I wipe off the stain you claim is showing, would it change who I am or my appearance.
Just like a dream that was presented in a speech, Can sit together and be treated as equals,
Or do equal signs only appear in equations?
Should it matter on my shade, than my emotion?
Do earth goes around only showing day...?
Well Yes I am me, Yes I can feel, Yes I am real, Yes I am black, and Yes I AM HUMAN.