Bullet

These bullet wounds are in my skin

We all fall down 

We never win

To have the world placed on your back

To be absued because your Black

Or White

Or Brown 

Or Blue 

Or Green

Isnt it about time

We play the same team?

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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