Blue Eyes

 Blue eyes look at me, 

My dark skin is defined by the dirt and sweat of  cotton fields,

My skin has been beaten, bruised and burned

The darker I am the more I'm tortured,

The blue eyes are evil,

The blue eyes has seen darker skin than I,

They see where the rage and pain lie

They see the 300 years of slavery captured in my eyes,

What you all did to my people,

You ought'a be ashamed Or maybe I should be. 

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world


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