Black boy
I have lined up
In queue to be declined
The legitimate right
To stay and fight
My color makes me unpopular
I have been termed as ruffian loafer
The person who stands at street
And snatch the valuables whenever felt fit
My only fault
No one has spelt
Or told me clearly
I have to live miserably
I surrender to nature
And stand there
Under tree
For shade and feel free
I have lot more
To explore
And create honorable place
Despite my being born as black boy in race
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I have lot more To explore And create honorable place Despite my being born as black boy in race
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