When you look at my dark colored skin
you immediately compare me
to my peers.
Lord behold
you see my golds.
Your next step is to lock your doors.
If I turned the book over
would I be wrong?
If I seen your white skin
got scared and ran home
in fear of being captured
and enslaved?
If I thought everyone white was evil
wanting to tie up people of color
and beat them?
Instead of turning the book over,
let's throw the book out.
If we gave each other a chance,
instead of stereotypes
we might just be
friends.
I agree. Nice poem, Nathaniel.
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Yes, I agree also.
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