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Innocent Prisoner

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Hands tied behind his back
Face divided by the bars
It smells deeply of garbage
And the lights are dim
Everything is dark
Just like his skin
A white man comes by
Face a straight line
In the dark i see no difference Between daddy and this man
But when i ask momma why
Why we are thought of as different
All she says is
Sometimes to a white man
The darkest color stands out,
Even in the dimmest of lights




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