I'm Black
Dear America
I'm black
My nose is wide
My hair is nappy
And my lips are big
I'm black
I don't live in the projects
I'm not poor
And I have both parents
I'm black
I love hip hop
Sneakers
And fried chicken
I'm black
I don't sell drugs
I'm not in a gang
And I don't have a baby mama
I'm black
When someone sees me
They see the things I said at the beginning of this poem
But they may assume the rest of the poem is true based off of my appearance
I'm black
And I'm proud to be black
I've been treated like a black person my whole life
But when will I be treated like a human
When will I be treated like a citizen of my own country?