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May 2016
If you were dark as dark as I you’d think my soul was black,
An apple core for a rotting face you’d toss at me and laugh,
Yet there is beauty in my veins it boils red with anger,
Upon the coal you see me as I start a tiny flicker,
The cards you deal are varied but the cheater still is you
Telling me I'm scared to play and I will never learn,
Yet answer me this question, how am I supposed to win
If a white man takes my chair and breaks my every limb,
All that I can play with is my mouth that never moves,
While you stuff in all the language that I wish I didn’t use
I play your sickened game with what I know is “not forgotten”
Yet I am laughing at your two’s while I am holding all the aces,
There is no advantage in killing off the races
Cause you are white and I am black and apparently we don't all match
And You're right, we don't but why do we care
Black is the color of the gorgeous night sky
It surrounds us, engulfs us, protects us, from light
But light isn’t bad it's just different, whites aren't bad and neither are blacks
There will always be bad people and that is that
We categorize them as unstable, unkind, not black or white
Because in black there is light and in white there is night  
Every person should have the right to wake up and change theirs lives
To get a college degree, or a stable job, a protected family from some ***** ****
No more threatening men to destroy a man's pride a civil rights worker black or white
Sir winners never cheat and cheaters never win
For what kind of man has really won if he feeds of others anger
One day we all will smile and destroy his inner vigor
For “It was a war before we got here”
It's a war till man will die it's not a decision of our race it a decision of mankind
The free will wear their freedom as a cover up from race
but a man that has no freedom must replace his love with hate
A man that watched it happen and a man that did the deed
Are as equal in their punishments as far as I can see
As many might agree “they are just as guilty as the rest,
phanatics who pulled the trigger.” and won't subconsciously attest
It's sickening, it's tedious, it savage, and it's wrong
but sadly it's a way for whites to feel like they belong
They think what they are doing Is “to protect the American way”
Yet here I am an American saying equality must stay
Anna Eaton
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