The Black Man


Her wallets missing and ofcourse she looks at the black man, cursed for eternity by the problems caused by a much lighter skin, complexion has become a way of detection, license and registration, would you mind opening your trunk for us sir, they make it seem like itsa regular thing, like everyone is treated equally but as long as there's will there's emotions and as long as there's emotion there's bias and as long as there's bias we will continue to be slaves



The constant racism I encounter every day insired the writing of this poem. I hope it touches even one person.

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