Black Skin

by leemwilbourn

July 14, 2013

Being legal in America,

This means nothing to black skin

It truly is a white mans world,

Hatred, powerless, fear, what we feel within

Pow! Pow! Through the head!

My Beautiful black skin has been shot

I whistled at a white woman

The white man got off.

There is no justice system for black skin,

Still going by slavery law

This is a warning to my people

We're not even worth something on all fours that crawl

Pow! Pow! Through the heart!

My Beautiful black skin has been shot

Suspicious, I had a black hoodie on

The white man got off

Shaking my head in shame

Why is this world that way

My God, My God

This is not what he meant when he said what he had to say

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leemwilbournJul 15, 2013

<p>I am not a racist. I just write poems on situations that have went on in history or are going on. It.s easier to write about what you can relate to and because I'm African American I can relate to a certain extent.</p>