Poems about Race

The scenery of the land passes by as I look blankly out the window.
The diner reeks of sweaty booths The ceiling fan has died. Summer bakes the windows brown
Watching those around and I don’t care who sees My pride and my effort to live being me
I join this march in hopes and praise, that perhaps it will end these dark days. I turn and see a group of people,
To be black or not to be black —— that is the question Whether ‘tis wrong to have dark skin And not be seen as a human,
America the brave still fears of what they don’t know? A culture founded from
Imagine walking shoeless with nothing to protect your feet Being judged on the color of your skin
the struggle it began the time we were born
Color Blacks, Whites, Reds, Yellows.. they're all just colors
White signs in red writing won’t change the world, Angry threats and harsh words hurled,