It is dark here. They won't allow any light, For me to clean my wounds. I can here them coming again, Calling me as if I'm a dog. "Here Boy Time For another Beating" Why? Why, I ask myself am I here? But I know that answer, even if I don't want to admit it. Because I am black, They do this not because I committed some crime. In their eyes my being born is a crime, and they are preparing to fix that. I close my eyes now and wonder, Will this ever change? Will they ever reliase that the colour of your skin doen't count But whats on the inside does. I see them at my cell door now. Maybe, just maybe this time they will grant me death. Death sounds so wonderful, Like a peace, an ending to this tourcher.
Reason for writing:
I wrote this poem as a dedication to all those who are
in this situation and those who need our help to stop
this tourcher that they are faced with every day.
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