Let’s dig deep into that topic no one wants to speak of. At the end of this discussion let’s see who will show me love. Here comes the blacks, the hoodlums, and the thugs. The scums of this earth the rodents, and the bugs. Always on the street corner selling them drugs. They look at me like I’m a criminal lower than the minimum. Keeping me stuck in my ways for days to years. I go to work and come home look at my wage with tears. There’s no way i’m getting out of here. I’m not going to fall, I stand tall and never fear. Even in my darkest days i’m never scared. So, let them stare, I’ll shrug my shoulders like I don’t care. I can face any battles I’m well prepared. But why must I explain myself! I am a citizen, with a good behavior, and well disciplined. I went school and graduated, education is my insulin. Things happen in life back when I had a mission then. Now, I’m just one out of many men. Who gets abused, misused, by my own American rules. Where is this freedom? Let Me Be! Like there’s no one else left but me. We are the same, the skin is where you don’t agree. My complexion is the only way you notice me. So I don’t need a name, your target is aimed. The feeling is mutual but it wasn’t always the same.