Race in America
Race, who gives you the right to judge?
America has improved it is said..
But I see no budge.
What if the sun went dark? We would all look the same.
How would you be able to judge me, when all you would know is my name?
We all aren’t much different we’re all humans, we all bleed the color red.
So why can’t we all get along and keep the remarks out of sight and teach our generation the importance of our future as a whole instead of causing a huge fight!
It just seems like there’s a missing puzzle explaining why it’s like this but it’s something I can’t find.
I hate racism so damn much there’s times I wish we were all blind..
I believe the world is one day going to be destroyed but not because of mother nature but because of the ignorance of those who discriminate. It’s a like a ticking time bomb and I am afraid we’ll realize it when it’s too late.
I am tired of my personality being overlooked by the reflection of my skin.
It makes me feel lost like Nemo the fish with the little fin.
I don’t understand why there has to be race, every time I see it, it’s like a slap directly to my face!
Why can’t we all get along? It’s not illegal, or dangerous it’s far from wrong.
It’s never too late there’s always a way, as a matter fact how about we all just start today.
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