Life is cold
Life is shady
Ima Black in america
still getting treated like a second habd citizen
Life is so unfair
My flow is never heard
Never felt
Cause i am black in america
I study keeping flowing
creating styles
cause I cant stick with one style
But LIFE IS COLD
America still wont let me be happy
until they beat me
mentally
call me names
make me feel bad for being black
I am just going off
LIfe is shady
Ima done
with this
This poem talks about how the black man in America is treated. Some think that racism is gone but in reality it still here and we see it everyday but no one says anything really about it. Its through little comments and actions that racism comes alive and also how it is hidden. The black man in America has to endure a lot of verbal hatred that is masked by a smile.
God bless you dear poet...I know the extent of hurt it gives..God bless10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
bad poem m