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Jun 2020
I have always been called black
Before my eyes and behind my back

I always try to hide my sufferings and tears
I have to stand more than anyone bears

I didn’t create  myself nor my color
That becomes my weakness and their power

I may be black from the outside
But I have the whitest heart inside

My color has become the curse of my own race
On earth, we no longer have a place

I am cursed in every place I go
I always feel so little and low

I was born only to suffer
My feeling does not matter

For any crime, I am the first to blame
The Nigro did it and call my name

My soul is imprisoned within the dark skin
My own color has become my own sin

I hope people will see the beauty in my heart
And stop excluding me and asking me to depart

My heart breaks a thousand times every day
No body cares about me, no attention they pay

I am a caged bird left lonely in a rainy night
With broken wings, with no power to fight

Outcast and cursed that is how I feel
In front of their vanity I must kneel

I hope they will understand we complete each other
We were created to reconstruct the earth together

We have the same soul but different colors
We have charming scent from various flowers

I dream of a world in which we are all the same
And only a human being becomes our name

We should teach our children the power of tolerance
And root out every envy, hatred and intolerance

I love and respect everyone on this earth
I have been taught this since my birth
In memory of George Flyod who was brutally killed by a white police officer in cold blood in the USA.
Walid Abdallah
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Walid Abdallah  30/M/New York - USA
(30/M/New York - USA)   
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