Race
People hate for it
Talk s**t for it
Get arrested for it
Die in burning churches for it
Mamas pray for it
Cry for it
Love for it
Fight for it
Men in white sheets kill for it
Little girls wish their eyes were blue for it
Some try to convince themselves that
It does not affect them for it
Mirrors show disgrace for it
******** you for it
Wanting for it
Boys from Chicago get killed for saying hey
Baby for it
Liquor stores appear on every corner for it
Crack infiltrates whole communities for it
Billie Holiday sings about strange fruit for it
No matter how much it is thought of as
Nonexistent
It will never leave us
It flows in our society like a never-ending river,
It beats people down slowly
And appears through the crack in the sidewalk.
We can try to hide it
To convince ourselves that it has disappeared
But in reality
Race is immortal
"i didn't right this poem, but i'd like to give props to Gemma Mirkensen, i totally agree with you." I right my own poems, but i like to give credit to other people for their works, it's inspiring
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