Everyday
As I wake up
I say a little prayer to my heavenly father
to protect me in every move I make
because
Judging the color of skin I am in
I don't feel like I am safe anywhere
I could have my life taken in the next few hours
by a someone who doesn't like the skin I'm wearing
They could kill me because I look harmful with my hoodie on
Walking down the block minding my own business
even though
I never committed a crime in my life
I will still lose the case
they will win
I will end up with no justice
all because
The COLOR OF MY SKIN
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh sweetheart! This made me cry! I wish I could whisk you away from all that fear and loathing! You shouldn't have to worry about the colour of your skin. No-one should! ! God bless you! You are in my prayers! ! ! xxx