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The Skin I'm in
I'm scared
I'm scared to be
In the skin, I’m in
Being black is like wearing
A target on your back
All my sisters and brothers are
Out here dying
All for what???
All Because of the skin we are in
How is it that the police
Are so suppose to be my protector
But all they are doing is protecting
Themselves from an unarmed
Citizen
People are dying and all the police care
About is making sure their asses are
Saved
But what about the families that
Lost someone dear to them??
What about the people who witnessed
These crimes and are being silenced??
Why are yall so worried about the officers and not the people??
So much is happening right now
Riots, violent protest, peaceful protest,
People posting R.I.P George Floyd
And so many others dying due to
Our "protectors"
In the past few months alone so many black
Lives have been taken
For what??
There is no reason to fear someone based upon their skin color
Black people could be just as scared as
White people
Actually, we were and are just as scared
As white people
So many years ago we were forced to
America from our homes
Almost died on the way here on those
Ships
To come here and build a nation and
Not get one penny for it
But you know what we did get
Scars from the whips
Hands bruised and beat up
Feet swollen and blistered
Stomachs empty
Hearts, minds, and souls are hoping
For something better
And when it finally did
White people still made us feel
Like we didn’t belong
Like we didn’t sit here and build them
Their homes, cooked for them,
Watched their children, grew their food,
Clean their dirty houses
We only asked for one thing
Just one damn thing
Yet we can’t have it
All we have ever wanted
Was to be EQUAL
"Not separate but equal"
Equal without and, if's or buts
We just wanna be EQUAL
Now, do you understand the pain?
I go through being in this skin?

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This piece is about being tired. Tired of being treats poorly due to the color of your skin.