Racism

Why is the color of my eyes,

Less important than the color of my skin.

Racism is an evil thing that,

Everyone takes a part in.

First thing they see is my complextion,

But not who I am as a person.

Why am I not sipprised it still goes on today, 

Maybe it's because people don't change.

Now when they see me,

Black is the color they use to label me.

So when I see someone,

I try not to look at them as is they are a color,

But more, as a person who should be discovered.

Comments

Marcia.Harris

weird poem

Immyself97

Nice poem!

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