Cream and Mocha

Walking down the street,

Our feet

Keeping their own beat,

They stare with ignorant eyes

At our folded hands,

They judge and criticize,

They don’t understand,

They’re filled with despise,

His skin like cream

And mine like mocha,

Both our races

Are against us,

I constantly fight,

With the people

That are white,

We don’t care,

We’re not afraid,

Let them stare.





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PennyM.L said...
Aug. 20, 2011 at 4:21 am
I really love your poem :)
 
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