Hurt and abusedLost and confusedFeeling accused, just by being you.The color of your skin does not define youThe length of your dreads does not disguise you. The way that you walk does not deprive youBut the way that your heart is will arise you.Judgements are steady being placed, on people of color and race.Just by Looking at peoples face, they're ready to start the hate.The world is full of sake, but the people are up to debate With the bleached out tones, who thinks Its okay. And wonder why the riots are up to date.Protesting for justice, and fighting for rights.But why are us blacks fighting for sight?Why should we have to fight to show them what’s right?Why should they have to shoot a black male standing still in broad daylight?We are being hurt and abused..Lost and confused..Being killed on the news while the rest are being amused...But this is America. What is there to do? 

This poem is about: 
My country


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