Growing Black In America
The world can be such an evil place Most of the time just a disgrace People getting destroyed like chemical waste.
Feeling like I wanna run away and hide But where to go? I can’t even decide
I’m a black male with lots of pride.
Being black is such a privilege Cause we are all family within a whole village
Seeking more people to encourage.
We are always risking our lives
To receive a beautiful prize
While cops tryna seek our demise.
Everybody has a different purpose
We all have a different skill set
Find your own and don’t regret.
We all are the same, but different Same ancestry but yet unknown infants We neighbors but yet, still feel distant.
Moral of this poem is to have love
With the love from the god above Just live by the name of love.