Identity Card
I am the race of unforgotten torture
the life of hardache
the color of my skin, that automatically gets judge
the judgement of harse words
uneducated tounges
I am a poet that speaks beyound color
I am the inspiration of voice
hear my vocals scream
society judges the race like we are bandats
animals that doesn't deserve the "pursuit of happiness"
I am an AFRICAN AMERICAN mixed with tainted and spoiled races
TAKE ME FOR MY CHARACTER AND HEART
BECAUSE , WHEN ITS ALL SAID AND DONE: THE SKIN OF COLOR NEVER EXSISTED!! JUST
THE VOICES OF JUDGMENTAL VOCALS
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