A hateful breed
From the trees we hung
in the midsummer breeze
Unforgivable never to be freed
left with the scars where we were once kings
Killed in time and you think we’ve got rights
yet we still see the hate in a white mans eyes
Grateful for nothing
you caused our suffering
yet you expect praise from our knees
We’ll never forget the pains our ancestors have endured
from the whip wounds we all still bleed
You say to get over it
like it’s just the fact that you called me out of my name
No this a disgrace
call me nigger to my face
but you are the ones to blame
This poem is about:
Our world