Low morality strung on a white checkerboard, Waiting for social justice to rival with peace. Each move a power play, Throwing their own egotistical feast. Heighten sense of vulgarity, Dishing out with the popularity across the street. Painless arguments grow upon the numbness aggression; shielding those with agony to be beat. Over a lack of kindness, None will ever meet
I created this poem because people would often talk about my ex boyfriend and I due to the fact that we were different races.