I Am Black I Am Black

Raw poem about what it is to be black in America.

I Am Black I Am Black

I AM BLACK I AM BLACK!

does that make me a target?

am I a target?

I AM BLACK I AM BLACK I SWEAR I AM!

CROSS MY HEART AND WITH I SWORD I SHALL DIE!

or is it a gun?

Will I die at the hands of a sturdy pink pig in his uniform as he stands proud and tall shooting his firearm towards me each bullet plunging into my flesh and cracking my bones?

NO! I AM BLACK I AM BLACK THOUGH I AM VERY DISTINCT FROM MY OWN!

They say we all "look the same!".

They say we all "run around the streets.".

So each one of us gets the same treatment

BULLETS FOR EVERYONE

ONE TWO THREE!

You think that's enough?

oh, no gee!

I LAUGH AT YOU!

YOU ARE SO NAIVE!

FOUR FIVE SIX A THOUSAND AND ONE TO INFINITY!

I AM BLACK I AM BLACK!

I SWEAR THAT I AM

I am full of color

with an overflow of culture

our kool-aid jugs are flowing over

WE ARE BLACK WE ARE BLACK WE SWEAR WE ARE BLACK

in God we trust

BUT THIS NATION IS WHACK

we are black

as the Underground Railroads tracks

devalued of our humanism

WE ARE BLACK WE ARE BLACK.

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Hearess Marie O.
A millennial who craves for attention, owns a katana and a pair of nunchucks.
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