Fault in our system

Life is constant reminder

That some are cold and few are kinder

We only can hope to raise our young

In a better world where its all for one

But we're judged by the color of our skin

So to keep our lives we avoid run-ins

With those meant to protect and serve

But they themselves decide who deserves

Our lives are taken to put us in our place

To show us their the "superior race"

Call us gangsters and thugs for our culture

Then turn around and steal it like vultures

Throw slurs at the innocent

Then get made because we wont stand for it

Follow us around in stores

Then get mad because our lack of reaction makes them bored

So many of our young won't live to see the sun

All because someone else decided they're dangerous around age twenty-one

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

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