Black History Month - Poem by Alexander Downie
A pretty black girl in Chicago takes a stray bullet to the back,
another Mother standing beside a dark grave, while white America arms.
A black boy shot in the face getting groceries for his waiting Mom,
a congress so dumb white blind, they can't see this as wrong!
Young black males play gangsters for real on poverty street,
smiling white kids cradle dead dears for meat they don't need to eat.
Mr Black President, a shotgun picture to appease?
Welcome to Black History month, watch superbowl and ignore it at your ease.
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