African Americans

Sun, 08/02/2015 - 17:52 -- Tati

I fear the color of my skin.

Peple see me as a dog.

im a slave in others eyes but in mines I'm just like everyone else

i can be whatever I can be since my people are free 

free from all  the slavery, free from a lot of things

but we are not free from bipeing killed because the color of our skin

we can get pulled over and killed but nothing would happen to the person that killed us

but if it was us doing the killing we would get the death sentence 

wow it's crazy how my people are being killed for no reason but everybody else who's doing wrong is still living.

all I can do is pray that my people can make a change of how others look at us.

are people can go to college, graduate, and get a great job

instead of saggin, speaking incorrect, acting ignorant, and selling drugs.

all of my people want justice for us and to be treated like we care and like we matter to everyone else.

Why not go back into slavery days if we are getting killed for no reason.

you whip us with hate because we are kissed by the sun. Yes we may be darker than others but the  two things we have in common  are:

 we are all humans, and at the end of life we all go into the ground

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country

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