Racism
I cry, I cry
Why does my skin color frighten you so?
Have I done anything, but, be born?
You judge me, from your own despair
and draw hate from demons you chose to hold,
allowing them to drain your soul,
as they lap with evil tongues your life's blood
leaving it a hollow husk,
that crumbles back into the dirt
My sorrow is not for me,
either is the tears that fall,
upon the same ground, we walk upon
I stretch an open hand, you slap it away in disgust
I reveal my heart, its kindness, you spit on it
I cry for you, for you are injured
and know not what you do
I'll pray for you, in quiet meadows
far from the wickedness of your sins
Where demons gnaw on your soul
I cry for you, I cry for you,
for you have chosen to inhabit the valley of death
I cry for you
8/15/17
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2017
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