I am white but I try to put my self in the shoes of who or what I am writing about. I got so mad yesterday, when I saw a white guy up in a black kids face. I went over to see what was going on and this white jerk was calling this little black boy a nigger


Run I heard my mind commanding me,
Run, Run, You will die don't you see,
I ran through the grass like a plane in the air,
I had been stabbed, I was bleeding but I didn't care,
They told me they would beat me untill I died,
So I ran and when I was home I sat and cried,
I asked Papa why it was this way,
And I'll never forget what he did say,
He told me "Son see our skin isn't as light",
"They hate us because we just aren't white",
When Papa let me in on this,
I got furious, I got pissed,
And still today racists are here,
And they will stay until our final year,
On this earth of soil,
That us blacks have toiled,
We were slaves for thousands of years,
And still today the white folks bring us tears,
But don't get me wrong there are good whites too,
I can't control what goes through your mind, Which one are you?

Poetry by Justin
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Written on 2006-02-01 at 10:55

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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Oh Yeah Justin,
You've written from their prostive very well [ I honestly believed your were black]

liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
I am so sorry and I hope your wound heals soon.
I don't care what colour you are because
it is the soul [type of person] that someone has.
and you have a beautiful soul.
I cried with and for you.