Poems about Race
We wear invisible chains alongside these bars
Holding within our ancestor’s abuse and still fresh scars
I wish labels were for clothes and
Segregation of colors remained in boxes of crayons
I watched her cry. Many nights I tried Just to understand why these Tears fell from her eyes. Who hurt her so much, That whatever started
“what unites us is greater than what separates us.”
Whenever, I look myself in the mirror
The word “RACISM” was introduced to me,
while the English language still struggled to fly free from my mouth.