Poems about Race
Circumstance by Angela Brown
Being as black as the night sky isn’t easy
I am Black A race named after the richness of skin A race deemed unclean
The word “RACISM” was introduced to me, while the English language still struggled to fly free from my mouth.
Over 300 years of incarceration. Today we still got our people living in incarceration.
What is race? What is racism? We hear these phrases on the news
What is it that they did wrong? Is a better education too much to ask for They needed a better version of education
When I tell my mom that I fear for the lives of the people who I hold dear to me , she asks why
Trudging and dragging In the scorching heat Gravel and dust blows
Rights. The supplier of liberty and life. Try to name a society with more of these than US. Alright?