Am I Already In Prison?

My future is decided.

My skin color defines it.

My skin color is it.

This is what I am told,

An "invisible" label I have to bear.

A pathway guides me to what I have to be.

This pathway is more like a prison.

My skin color says I am guilty.

But, we all know I am not,

And I will be the first to scream out my innocence at the top of my lungs.



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