White centered

“If your skins colored you don’t matter”
You can get robbed, shot, stabbed, and smothered
And no one will blink twice
You can wake up with chills of sweat soaking down your sheets
Screams created from gunfire and and bullet wounds dying on your lips
But if your colored, it didn’t happen.
You can grow up playing make believe with syringes as planes and the empty carton of cigarillos as cars
Left Unsupervised as your parents get high
End up lost to the streets or running them with blood money
Spending your days Scraping at your skin with bitter yellow nails and hazy red eyes, desperate for that next fix
Until the days bleed together and crust over like thick yellow **** from an infected wound
“Just say no” they’ll tell you
But when it’s Sarah? With the pretty smooth hair and thin figure
When it’s Sarah with, her pale skin turned alabaster and gaunt from crack
Well that’s a different story
When it’s Kevin who wants to burn the world because the nightmares have begun to bleed into reality
Well, that’s a different story.
So they teach us when we’re young, to keep our heads down
How to avoid cops, and what to wear to look the least threatening
How to cry where no one can see, how swallow your pride and how to look the other way
How to be proud to be called an Oreo,
Black on the outside
But with a White Center