I wish labels were for clothes and
Segregation of colors remained in boxes of crayons
We grew up listening to fairy tales,
The happy endings that would last ever after.
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
The color of my skin has caused a lot of people to hate me
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
