I AM BLACK
I AM BLACK.
A COLOR, SO STRONG IT SENDS SOME CHILLS IN YOUR BACK.
LISTEN, SHOOT BECAUSE I AM BLACK BUT YOU CAN'T TAKE THAT SHOT BACK.
ITS FUNNY, YOU CAN'T CHANGE THE COLOR BLACK WITHOUT A BRUSH PASTE ON MY SKIN.
OH GOD,
LET THE RACISM BEGIN
THE TASTE OF KOOL-AID AID AND WATERMELON, SO SWEET.
BUT OH NO, YOU SHOOT ME BECAUSE I AM BLACK
A LABEL WITHOUT GETTING TO SEE ME.
NOW I AM DEAD AND YOU WILL NEVER KNOW ME.
This poem is about:
Our world