I was thrown out for being black,
People spoke of me behind my back,
I was made to feel ashamed,
For the colour I did not choose, I was blamed.
I was fed like a dog,
Given left out food , ridiculed, and mocked,
Only because I'm black, everyone hates me,
O! God, from this hell, please set me free.
Let me ask you, do you do the same while wearing a black robe?
Do you do the same while getting EDUCATED from a BLACK board?
They don't have a life , yet not prejudiced,
I have a life yet always criticised.
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This poem is a small step towards killing racism. I salute all the blacks of the world who have made us proud, be it Serena, Bolt, Bravo, Jordan, Obama, Mandela and lots of more
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