Discrimination

November 4, 2015

Discrimination

Racisim or no Toleration

these words flow thru my head like water to a river bed

frowned upon from day to night

thinking walk away or stay and fight

hatred remarks for being a brutha

left to be loved by only thy mother

Discrimination

words still flowing, yet I'm still going...going...

like the energinzer bunny, I'm running..running..

leaving the weakness behind me

treated like scum

like something other

cut us both open

oh look, blood same color

Red

You glare at me I smile back instead

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