Black Monday
Maybe not today or tomorrow, but one day!
The rain will wash my melanin away, black Monday
All we inherit is mortgages & curses
Cheap labor has become my purpose
Not today, because I woke up feeling rather hopeless
Does the lord care,my prayers seem so worthless
Life in the village , life in the wilderness
Not the same words some say, but today
has been an awful black Monday!
Copyright © Eric Zivanai | Year Posted 2022
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