I'm an Innocent Criminal

We ain't criminals

But they still check our profiles

White supremacy

It's been going on for a while

I'm tired of worrying when I go out

That I'll be murked cause my skin color

Is still an issue

How?

We protest

But they declare a mistrial

We shed more blood

And they let them off bail

America the free

Are we really

When we are being confined in its society?

Held back mentally

Fighting things we can and can't see

But we can hear it though

Catching whispers

Given the side eye in stores

You scared I'mma steal now?

Getting followed

What did I ever do

To feel like I'm hated?

These days police are abusing their power

Like it's in style

Haha, I can't feel too comfortable

Can't make myself too comfortable

Can't ever be too comfortable

It would be a sin

To feel like we're equal now.

Poetry Slam: 
This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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