Skin Colour Poem by Silence Dogood

I am a slave theres no doubt about that.
I'm just like you but my skin colours black.

You treat me like an animal I dont have any rights.
But I always get the work done and i'm never impolite.

Nothing and worthless just two of my names.
Nobody and a waste there all the same.

I work harder than you but Im always payed less.
Horrible hours and I really must confess.

I want something to call my own.
Just a place that I can call home.

I house for my family me and my wife.
I place that doesn't bring pain or strife.

But Im not aloud to have any of those.
I guess that's how racism goes.

Just because im different, because im not like you.
Im not as intelligent and do what you ask me to.

I follow all your orders like the outsider I am.
A reject of a life you'll never understand.

I came to this country not of my own will.
With labor that surely can kill.

But no one makes the effort to change the world.
They abuse our families and take our girls.

We can't get the food we need to survive.
I go about each day not really alive.

Because simply I am a slave, im black instead of white.
So you treat me like im nothing as if I have no rights.

I can't watch television or have a decent meal.
You listen like a story but all of this is real.

Racism against us of different coloured skin.
Nobody ever sees what really lies within.

We appear different so were treated just like that.
But im just like you only my skin colours black.