Poems about Race

Our skin is not as white as snow Does this make us worthless? A lot of us grew up in single parent homes
_____________*    By: Corinthia W.Y. Aiken
We took a step back, I think. Interpret how you will, but I will interpret this year as thorns
 Charcoal covering my flesh, my bones
My people are dying.
I watch and I hear but where do I start It seems like America is falling apart This land of the free this home of the brave Is killing it
I watch and I hear but where do I start It seems like America is falling apart This land of the free this home of the brave Is killing it

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