Imagine walking out your door
each day
to face a world
where you’re looked down upon
considered dangerous
untrustworthy
and criminal
all because
the color of your skin.
–
Black people in America
do this every waking day
enduring the ignorance
of hundreds of years
and across generations.
–
Oppressed upon arrival
suppressed at the voting booth
made to sit at the back of the bus
segregated
lynched
so that people
with lighter skin
can feel safe
and superior.
–
Black Americans
are the nicest
kindest
most compassionate
forgiving
resilient
faithful
generous
and patient
people in the country.
–
Because if I were born black
and lived in America
I’d be in a constant
state
of rage.
–
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This is the twenty-sixth poem of my personal 30-day poetry challenge to break away from the machine to think about things that don’t matter. I have no idea what I’m doing. – Jim
Nichole
Aug 28, 2017
Thank you. Knowing people like you exist helps. As does having faith in God’s plan.
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