a different shade of perfect
hand's up don't shoot
just a boy
a mothers son
a friend
killed because of race
but
we say racisim is dead
look around
open your eyes
people are still dieing because of the color of their skin
not the color their our hearts
young boys and girls living in fear that this breath will be their last
all because god painted them a different shade of perfect
open your eyes america
open your eyes ferguson
racisim isn't dead
hands up don't shoot
This poem is about:
My community
My country
Our world