Black Eyes
Black Eyes
i think the world is against me,
for i am black and poor.
some sniff their noses to pass me by,
others look me up and down.
yet, i say are they better?
are they pure and godly,
never starved or had no shoes?
yes, I am black, the whole world is black.
whiteness faded in the days of the pure.
Copyright © Delores Allen | Year Posted 2021
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