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May 2017
Color Sight
A white defendant approaches the stand
Places his hand on the book
He's about to tell a lie
but he doesn't look shook
because he knows the media
will sympathise
when they look into his blue eyes
At the same time a brother
is terrified
because he knows lady justice
may have her eyes covered
but she ain't color blind
All she sees is a statistic
another minority
committing a crime
just like the majority of the time
Let him tell the truth
they won't hear a word
Spoken from a black youth
because his dark eyes
are guilty as sin
but the verdict is in
and the only thing
that makes him complicit
is the color of his skin
Akin to days of Emmitt Till
A black man is violent
A white man is ill
So fervent to judge
Your honor holds a grudge
Since the 1990s crime bill
Claiming African Americans are super predators
who need more stringent sentences
Editors print the spin
Posting a mug shot of a young black kid
Everyone is talking
Look what he did
See that white boy's lacrosse photo
He couldn't hurt a fly
Good upper-class family
Why would he lie
What would we think
If justice was truly blind
Viola
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