MY LIFE MATTERS

M other blesses the day I was born, why is it

Y ou spit upon it like a curse?

 

L ike the day God chose to paint me brown

I t was a sign written across my chest, I AM A DEFECT TO SOCIETY

F lawed to be a menace, a hazard, a threat. A reason for

E yes to murmur lies of my name, call my family stupid and dangerous.

 

M any will hide behind the biases, broken truths,

A nd ears shut closed with fear and lies

T hey cover their eyes with blinds of ignorance, when

T hey notice my skin is tainted brown, frizzed up curls like a neon sign, screaming to

E veryone that I am no sister of theirs, not letting them

R ealize that black and white are just different

S hades of brown.

 

This poem is about: 
My family
My community
My country
Our world
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