Dear God,

Folder: 
Racism

If white is right, and black aight,

Then black me up and white me out.

Erase my race, sell me out.

Who gives a shyt?  Nobody cares!

AzN PrYDe? [insert laugh track here]

Life is still, a one man struggle,

...a neverending uphill battle.

Our race divided, each cry rings hollow.

Better Luck?  Wellll...not tomorrow.

So what's the answer?  I have no clue.

But I'm sick of trying, what's the f'n use?

Author's Notes/Comments: 

circa mid-2003

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i love your poem your really good at this! Perfect!LOL!

~Angel~