Living Black

Growing up I see a lot of people like me, inspirational right 

You'd think we'd learn from our history instead of killing eachother off in the streets

My daddy has always told me if you dont know your history its bound to repeat itself and each day I see what he means

Which is why I'm speaking up against the injustices of America because I'd love to have babies that'll someday believe "I, too, am America" 

What my people died for was freedom, but it seems like we lost it again first to ourselves and then to the economy

If we cant love ourselves why would we expect it from somewhere else

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world

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