Poems about Race

They all look at me asking who I am trying to be,
Color Mute I didn't know color had a mother until my heart bleed.
  His skin color does not mean to violence he is keen
Seven continents in the world. Billions of men, women, boys, and girls. Humanity is what connects us with all.
My emotions are tangled, In knots I can not explain.
I’m tired   Tired of being told women are placed upon a Pedestal.
Change, to make something different, transform, or convert, making a difference in lives, or committing to work,
  It has been said, beauty is skin deep, Yet many are scared and still weep.