• poetry33 6w


    you kill me because of my color
    you kill me because of my pride
    Or is it your jealousy that hurts you inside.
    Give me some space
    I can't breathe
    I'm dying
    Yet you think I'm lying.
    I am the same as you
    In God's creation
    So why do we still fight as a bloody nation.
    What's the point of being alive
    Then getting shot in lonely car drive.
    I can't seem to find my place
    They don't seem to know anything about my RACE.