The Curse I Was Born With
What's cursed Being Born With a dark Skin,
Or being born with a label
being judged before I speak or blank stares
as if I'm disabled society places my kind in different times
they say we was giving a chance to redeem our selves and SHINE
But I'm a prisoner Living in hell
Drinking from a book that brained washed us to never Fully Excel
My Kind is despised and Deprived
My Kind is despised and Deprived
beat down and left in the cold to die,
Now Tell me Is it Equal
or is Killing My Dark Brother
what you mean by PEACEFUL
Tell me if you hear my anger
as the ink sinks and destroys this paper
rearrange my words and destroy my thoughts
tie me down and blind me
but the truth is Society has awoken the beast
that lives beyond the valley
XoXo Signed The black girl that's Speaking
XoXo Signed The black girl that's Speaking
on behalf Of every black mother
In my society
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