Different

Thu, 08/27/2020 - 21:57 -- harmm

I'm driving the speed limit, car clean, I'm clean, everything is up to date

But I'm still stopped by the law  I put my hands on the steering wheel

"Officer why am I being stopped?" "I ask the questions" (aggressive)

checks my license and my car and sends me on my way

but why was I stopped because of my shade of colour.

This poem is about: 
Our world

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