Why Is My Black Skin Sin Poem by Curtis Mosby

Born this way I realize.
I've been deprived of liberty.
Only in god eye's, I am a child of history.
Harassed I try to grasp a little bit of truth.
So what make me different from you.
Innocent and for peace, I live to love.
Why cause me pain when I have suffer enough.
What is it can I see, what leave me in shackle's on my feet.
I know this color of my reflection.
As tears seem to flow and begin.
This question.
Why is my black skin sin.