My race kill me,
1929 Carolina pretty well my home,
Sun rises from the back slowly as the curtains pull aside breeze starts to blow,
Alone in the slum of bankrupted injustices,
Dad flow for work as color of not mine roll bicycle,
My race kill me,
Black roots afri stands before my caste,
Separating my veins blood that run not as my milky shinning peers of whites,
As i scatter among jury of perfection were justice never find me,
Appeal from every tongue blasted violence till i have death in my file,
My race kill me,
Eyes and minds could keep tears, like flowing rivers up hill they rush down,
Darkness holy words boom my heart, rotating my head as i die only of color, invading every parts of me supply voltage kick me were i lost today,
Dreams was never dreams coz my race kill me,
George J stinny jr
#NoToRacism
Mos Mos
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