Burried Soul
Disgust, abhor and frown
has burried me deep down,
"Black Black", they call me so,
whenever they try to show me low!
If this is the world, where shall I go?
Has has my complexion brought me no friends but all foe?
With these burning eyes, I have seen,
how happy and pleased they have been,
when that white boy, joined their team;
their response to me was clean...
They threw me out right then,
tearing my heart apart; shattering my spleen!
Disgust, abhor and frown
has burried me deep down,
"Black Black", they call me so,
to prove me worthless and low,
not only did they dismantle my feelings,
they also burried my soul...
Copyright © Jaima Jahan | Year Posted 2014
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