Struggles of the Colors

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62305
United States
39° 54' 44.1072" N, 91° 18' 30.1284" W

I'm working so hard
to barely get by
To say I'm exhausted,
wouldn't be a lie.
A white man walks,
a bag over his face
to hide his identity,
to avoid the disgrace.
It's not fair what he does
but he claims it right
to teach his children
to only trust white.
He invites his friends
to join in nightly affairs.
They come to my land,
steal what isn't theirs.
They burn down our houses,
use weapons and fire.
Peace and equality
is all I desire.
All because of color,
my genes, my traits,
I'm treated like dirt
in the United States,
found on freedom
and justice for all.
How can that change
because of something so small?
I am a citizen.
I have rights, you know?
to do as I wish,
you can't tell me "no."
I will not back down,
just wait and you'll see
that we're the same inside.
I'm like you, you're like me.

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