Red Sky
It's funny,
I grew up seeing the world as something beautiful
Painted with a crystal blue sky
And a warm, bright, yellow sun
But as I grew older
I saw my fight had only just begun.
The ground started to swallow me down
Muffling my voice
Restricting my sound
Bringing me to a deprived and foreign world.
A world that was meant for a black girl like me.
A world of chains clinging
Of people pleading
Screaming
For their lives to start mattering
A world full of death, decay, and disease
Self-loathing disease you see
a tone hating
skin color evading disease
I looked back at the sky with my once innocent eyes
I rubbed hard trying to rid them of all of society's lies
The lies that almost had me hypnotized
And when I looked back up at my sky, it was red
That was the day I knew...
Society wanted me dead
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