Change
We the oppressed people
Are much more than a waste of space
Boomerang Maltreatment and Injustice
One win, Two losses
Silenced and painted over
Insufficient amounts of colored paint
Surplus amount of white
The pale faced man looks at the Shea Butter Manifesto
Her body strangled by the rays of the sun
He reaches out
Grasping only onto the concept of her that he has created.
Rays blurring out her face
The sun, I was told, is supposed to illuminate
But it darkened her, creating a silhouette.
We the oppressed people
To see no color
A color blind world is what I want
This poem is about:
Our world
Guide that inspired this poem:
Poetry Terms Demonstrated: