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The Hated Color of the Night
By: Aidan Gilbert

When will the land of bitter discontinue us as a home
When will the dead leafless tree reach out a branch to us, 
For we are equals
When will its rotted wood give us shelter from the rains of injustice
When will our pile of colorless leaves blow around on the dead grass
When will Satan give us a call to come over
Because I’ve heard Hell is better then where we are right now
Why are we the weeds that grow in the sidewalk cracks that get trampled on
When will people stop blaming me for the thorn bush that grows in my heart
When will hope become a person who lives in the shadow’s of injustice
To do works we can’t
When will black be added to the bunch of colorful balloons that float with joy
When can I have faith that my child’s life will not be sharpened or rugged
By the rock of hate
When can I not be scared
That when I go to heaven, I will not be jumped and thrown into Hell
When can we become rocks that aren’t painted
But accepted as true beauty
When will the birds sing a prettier song and the storms that follow us bring a rainbow
But I don’t want a rainbow because there isn’t the color black
When will our people stop being used as the nails
To build the foundation of the white people
When will God love me!
When can I stop crying that when we are the last people to enter heaven
We won’t be kicked out because were black
Most important, when will black become the color of peace
Instead the hated color of the night


(MLK Jr. Tribute)

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