Countries

November 15, 2011
Racism is my pit of Pain, the sadness that turns my brain, lets turn to the light the guides me to do whats right;

People judge me from the clothes i wear, to how i talk, to how i walk, they just sit and stare;

When i walk the streets, i get harassed by the police their constantly yelling at me, what did i do for this to happen to me, the color of my skin, has them hating on me;

Segregation is not the way to go, were all equal so lets go;

The countries we come from do not matter, the color of out skin should keep us together not make us shatter





Post a Comment

Be the first to comment on this article!

bRealTime banner ad on the left side
Site Feedback