Black in America

To be black in America,
is like a wound that's never permitted
to heal. Bandages are often placed upon
the wound before racism is allowed to creep
in forcing them to peel.
To be black in America,
is like an ever burning welt
seems the harder we struggle
the more it is felt.
Our children slaughtered before
they are men. An evil that our oppressors
have enjoyed since slavery began.
To be black in America,
is to deal with many mask,
the African American is basically
a trusting soul battling an ever present
evil that flourishes from his past.
Heritage and homeland stripped away
forced to exist within a foreign land
where the options are die or obey.
To be black in America,
in 2013 is an ongoing struggle
but in the eyes of the world
seldom ever seen.

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