Cry of the Blacks


United States
42° 16' 57.3708" N, 71° 4' 3.378" W

What have we done to deserve such injustice?
No one else feeling our pain, it's just us
Being spit on and hurt by people who are just like us
We're still human beings, not animals and fiends
Or things you can attack
Because we will fight back
Persecuted and abused, please don't refuse
This message I'm trying to get across
To the uptight and the lost
We're done fighting this war
And we will have no more

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Poem about racism against blacks

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