Justin Boyd

Rookie (12-12-96 / Chester, South Carolina)

Slavery - Poem by Justin Boyd

Being a millionaire, not that's something to wrap your mind around.
Being able to do anything, have anything, and go anywhere.
There is only 1 thing between me and that much money,
and that thing is called LIFE.
Having that much money,
is a fictitious thought.
But a black being sold into slavery,
not that is completely different and real.
No answers to silent the voices,
not stopping the pain of the silent cries.
Torture,
warped into their personality.
Being a matter of the color of their skin,
not accepted, always ignored, eternally judged,
by the elements of everyday life.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 22, 2010


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