They say it's hard being black ..

It's hard being a person of color
Why they ask?
Even the world questions it
With all the rich hues of the rainbow and our skin is perfected from that
We are still separated,blinded by these old slave rules..
And we're still doing it..
Choosing not have an education..
Choosing to kill each other over stupid arguments..
And for what ?
To be judged what we do like always.
They say it's hard being black..
No it's just hard beinf stolen from your country and forced to conform to a new country's rules..

This poem is about: 
My community
Our world


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