I am black,but, I

I am black,

but, I am an American,

yet, because of my color, you stab me in the back?

 

They tell me I speak too proper for a girl of my color,

and that I could be mistaken as white,

I'm sorry that my skin isn't like the president's, who's on the dollar.

 

I'm a "thug" and a "gangster" when I rap like Macklemore or Eminem,

but he's white, unlike me, and he's so "cool" and "awesome"

because I'm black, I can't rap like them?

 

I'm a person, not an object,

why does no one see that?

I guess society must be wrecked.

 

I'm a woman of color, no excuses, please,

I'm proud of my skin, and my heritage within,

so go, be racist like always, so your heart will continue to freeze.

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country
Our world

Comments

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  

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