Black Bird

Black bird looking at these ivory faces,
wondering can its color ever be as vibrant and radiating as theirs.
Weeps overflow the cup of its eyes
And tears are seen at the Culps of its lid.
Systematic pressures chain its legs
And it can’t fly.
Little black birds hopes to
Die.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country

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