Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

When something is stolen

And you say it's me,

Is it because I'm black?

When you raid my house

Searching for drugs,

Is it because I'm black?

When you look at me

With fear in your eyes,

Is it because I'm black

And my skin colour is a weapon?
Do you know what it means to be black?

Do you know what it means to work day and night

And not be cut some slack?

Do you know how it feels

To live in a shack?

Do you know how it feels 

To strive to survive

Until you resort to crack?

No, you wouldn't know because

You don't give a jack!

You don't know the first thing about being black

Hence when you talk,

I talk back!
"Hands up where I can see em

Cause I don't trust you people!"

I say you better stay where I can't see you

Cause I don't trust myself.

You better be where they can protect you cause if I see you,

I won't be able to stop myself
If I can fight for food,

If I can fight for shelter,

If I can fight for a pill for my ill,

I can definitely fight you off my land

And YES, I will fight

For Africa to belong to Africans

And yes, it is because I'm black.