It’s hard not to feel the pain
That forever lifts its head again
You try to shame me with your stain
Of me being who I proclaim
As if by chance I could change
To spite you, I would remain the same
Dance and shout and protest
While you try to keep me in my place
because in your eyes my blackness
Is still seen by you-- a disgrace
******* your white race
I felt I had better put a note with this poem.
I’m not a racist, let’s just get that out of the way
What I wanted to convey in this poem is what a
Blackman is confronted with nearly every day, it
Does not matter his finances. Rich, Poor, Middle Class
Believe me I’ve lived all three. There is always that door,
That can’t be open, that step that can’t be climbed, unless
You have a white man or in my case women with you, and
Sometimes that doesn't even work, sometimes it makes it
Worst. You would understand if you were black.