Societal Sky
I grew up seeing the world as something beautiful
The crystal blue sky
And the warm bright yellow sun
But as I grew older I found that my fight had only just begun.
The ground started to swallow me down
Muffling my voice
Restricting my sound
Bringing me to an unknown world
A world that was meant for a Negro like me.
A world of chains clinging
And people pleading
Screaming
For their lives to start mattering.
A world full of death, decay, and disease
A self-loathing disease you see
a tone hating
skin color evading disease
I look 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 My sky was red
That was the day I knew
Society wanted me dead
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