Nothing
They say our big great world has changed
But has it?
The glares that some get when they walk into a store
People who see them seem to spit on the floor
It's awful
It's horrible
It's downright disgusting
But what are we doing?
Nothing.
There are those who are less fortunate than the rest
And based off of their skin color no less
Why should I be treated any different
Than those who have a different skin pigment
Should someone have to work ten times as hard
Just to end up pulling odd jobs, raking leaves in a yard
No, and it's appaling
But what are we doing?
Nothing.
This poem is about:
Our world
