The Man

The Man 

 

Striking aces for white faces 

All around, I begin to see

Faces that don’t look like me 

They promote diversity, yet I face 

the adversity of staring at faces that don’t look like me 

 

Wallowing in the shadows of my skin 

I burry inside a fire that begins to rise at each lie 

This is America the land of the free 

But who will speak up for me

 

Gasping a last bit of air for 

The man has shot me down 

Who will speak for me !

 

 

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

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