The Blacker The Berry

They will never accept us a other I used to ask mother, why do white people hate us so much, why do they pretend, why do they think our skin is a curse or a sin, why can't we win

She said at the end of the day they will look at us as a slave no matter what you gave no matter all your blood, sweat, tears and all the years that we faced, there's no place for us

 Racism will always exist in this world

Because we lack white skin so they treat us the worst that's why we curse them 

The darker you are there's always a marker on your head