Poems about Politics
The difference is a letter Or a chromosome, really It’s a variable, it’s chance By biology, a 50/50 split
Speak my mind? My mind you say? My mind speaks on its own, each and every day.
The first time I began to scoot, crawl and walk towards my dreams of accomplishing more than I had dreamed
I can't hate him I love him But resentment is building Harder to conceal
Heavy as a feather on our backs One race's guilt towards another
Just a kid in a candy store with his family in peace Innocent he became a victim of prejudice
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