Society
I am a black person living in America
I wonder what black privilege would look alike
I hear hands up don’t shoot
I see Michael Brown down
I want to know if being black is a crime
I am a black person living in America
I pretend to breath when “I can’t breathe”
I feel scared walking in street with my hoodie on
I touch the heart of those hurt
I worry about my brothers and sisters’ lives
I cry to God why it got be us
I am a black person living in America
I understand all lives matter but not blacks
I say there got to be a change
I dream of equality, peace and love
I try to speak up against racism
I hope of equal privilege and justice for all
I am a black person living in America with Hope.
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