If I Had Dark Skin
And were brutally murdered,
Why would my name be in no newspaper?
No picture of me, on TV, no none at all.
Unless, I were a horrid criminal, only then
Would it be …for sure, wall to wall.
Over six hundred of us in Chicago this year,
Met the Grim Reaper.
From infants, to grandparents, why are we
all invisible to your peepers?
Nobody from DC ever comes flying for photo-ops,
We just keep voting them in office, for hundreds
of years?
But let a human die, not of my color?
Pictures all over the media and newspaper
covers!
Our skin may be dark, but we eat, talk
walk and have families, too.
We are Americans just like you.
Our hearts beat the same as yours, my sister and brother.
We are God’s children too, and are the same color inside
As yours, not any other!
I thought we we were an equal part of humanity.
To dismiss us, is sheer depravity!
The great liberal media is outspoken for us.
Except~when we are killed, we are ignored…
Like a piece of meaningless dust!
7-5-2022
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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