Yesterday I heard about Rodney King and how
his black body was savagely
beat with a black stick, held by blue officers.
How colorful.
Screaming bloody murder for help.
Reminds me of the strange black fruit
That hung on the KKK's trees.
Red blood staining the roots.
How colorful.
Brown skin bleached for the white man's society
Big nior nostrils and luscious brown pink lips
M
ade into thin, general face parts.
Plump as a ripe green pear
Now fake as the nuggets at McDonald's
How Colorful.
Kinky locks straightened onto limp, European styles.
My lightskin, treated as a standard for beauty
My button nose, so small and cute.
I cry for my homeland that I've never seen.
How colorful.
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Black Roses And Other Insane Thoughts
PoetryA small suburban black bean makes nice poems.
