Black=Puppet

Black= Puppet 

 

Back home they say if you go to America

you will be free as a kite with no string

but here I am in America there’s a person

who is controlling me like a puppet

10 fingers each one there is a string

in it controlling my mind my hands my legs

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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