I said it
buying a gun
for my kind
To be safe,
Our song plays
Girl Don’t you know you’re a Negro? What in the hell? A confession
I do not know precisely
I approximate myself as something to celebrate.
I Dress-up
to get blessed.
hiding, shoulder to door jamb and maybe
a rifle. scared shitless to leave
that way.
The glass is empty now.
desperate
Isn't repentance itself
in the palms. never ever stop thinking
how it ends. when the other you eats you Sometimes
white lovers, I ask permission
to show my dark. devils underground
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Janee, I really enjoyed how you transformed the poem to be your own. It sends a strong message, one of cruelty and sadness.
It a really good poem.
this poem shows the cruel reality, that we are living right now.
The format you did this poem looks good. This topic is a sensitive one and I like how you choose certain words to describe the racism.
This was a sad but powerful poem. Sad because many people to this day have to live in fear because of their skin color and the hate it can attract. Yet powerful because even when scared they refuse to let the hate win and still find a way to prosper through it all. Good job!