Sun, 05/07/2017 - 15:00 -- scondit

See my reflection on your white skin

You shout "Reciprocated racism!"






These are the effects of our cause

The results of oppression

Collectively created and maintained

We splash in the blood we've drawn

And complain about the stains on our clothing

Unlike the clothing of the elite

We cannot throw these effects away

The stains remain

We cannot undo

We can, however, attempt to heal the wounds

We can, however, get on our knees

And scrub the blood from the floor

So others don't slip

We can

We must

I will

This poem is about: 
My country


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