A Question For The Government
Spanish,
polish, Nigerian
and French
All different races
Racism is not
seen through
colored eyes
But of black and white
Untrimmed
with outlines
of black
Lips of pink
a little white
girl owns
A foreign tongue
ripped from a young
latin boy
Racism is not
placed on the
news or the
paper
We see it in history
but it's always on
children's faces
Whips and cracks
racist jokes said out
loud
Brown eyes
born to black
eyed boy
Chains chase
the colored
The fields
call the dark
hands to puck
sugarcanes
Big jobs
calls the
pink fingertips
Some are raised
to see white men
are evil
The Latin's
all steal are
jobs
The blacks
are always
thugs
What does it matter?
Our blood bleeds red
Our emotions do not belong to one race
We do not stand
as animals but
humans
What does it matter?
Skin, religion,
hair, voice or if
were from the
boarder
Flowers grow
as sweet as a
child
So whats in
the color of
skin?
When their
is nothing in
a name but a
name?
So the color
of racism does
not repel from
your skin
Nor wash
Racism is like a drug
When words are
given they can never
be taken back
Words hurt more than a slap
In the end racism is a
Question For The Government
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