Chocolate Bones.

who could love these chocolate bones?

when society kills my serenity with stones. 

oppression and depression is now all I know, 

when society has stolen every joy I once bestow.

 

who could love these chocolate bones?

our features that were once considered hideous,

are now sculpted upon women with such skill, such fastidious

 

who could love these chocolate bones?

when light skin and loose curly hair is the new crave.

yet the rest of us are to just smile and wave.

 

who could love these chocolate bones?

when all of our bones are being disreguarded by our "protection".

scared black mothers and fathers are urged to show extra affection.

for the risks of walking down th street with being shot are too high.

 

who could love these chocolate bones?

us...the world can.

the world as a whole can conquer many things...if we wanted too

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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