The Blacker The Berry
March 24, 2016
They will never accept us a other I used to ask mother, why do white people hate us so much, why do they pretend, why do they think our skin is a curse or a sin, why can't we win
She said at the end of the day they will look at us as a slave no matter what you gave no matter all your blood, sweat, tears and all the years that we faced, there's no place for us
Racism will always exist in this world
Because we lack white skin so they treat us the worst that's why we curse them
The darker you are there's always a marker on your head
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