Black/White/What Is Color
his color was his curse that almost landed him in a hearse
his night started easy only ending up worse
white cops a black man not a good sight
in the end it wasnt't even a fair fight
they kicked him and punched him and jumped him for just being black
they might as well been the kkk on a midnight attack
that was just one man there are so many more out there
police sodomizing and raping them in a bathroom
with billy clubs and broom stick handles
blood soaked shorts and torn up sandles
on the job an hispanic cop pulls out his gun to stop a theif
only to get shot down by a white officer's cheif
they say it doesn't exist anymore but yet we ignore all the racisim for sure
white folks can speed and white folks can lie
the minority can't cry or even try just shut up and die
it's a unspoken truth that casts a dark shadow in our lives
stories we tell to our childen and wives
in the line to the soup kitchen we all stand in shame
bet you never thought this was part of the game
color really has no meaning or description
when we bleed we all run red
where do you stand
Copyright © Brandy Megens | Year Posted 2009
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