Category : Poems
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Maybe I'm crazy.
Maybe I'm not seeing as I hope.
But the more I live the more it seems
Like God just doesn't care about us black folks.
He watched families expedited as cargo
And when freed, lived as second class citizens.
Ask Mike Brown or Freddie Gray, they know
The consequences of having dark skin.
He didn't seem to listen when his children
Were gunned down in a church.
I want to forgive and get on with healing
But life keep on getting worse and worse.
Police love killing us in the streets.
Politicians only care given the November.
The world only feels us when we speak over beats.
Everybody always remind me I'm just a nigger.
He says we are made in his image
But I sure as Hell don't feel Holy.
How do I seek refuge
In a man who doesn't seem to know me?
