Kursed
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I was presented with the Editor's Choice Award back on August 2005 For Outstanding Achievement in Poetry by poetry.com and the International Library of Poetry (Howard Ely, Managing Editor) for this poem.
Born unto the White race with no hood over my face
I see the rainbow in everyone’s eyes
Why? I ask God, why all the lies?
Some may think I bleed green
But that only happens in my dreams
When my skin burns, I turn red
‘Specially when faced with the living dead
Free yourself, while you still can
That is what I said to the sad man
Who eats rubbish from the badlands
Whose freedom is sleeping on park benches
Or screaming obscenities' from behind white picket fences
Suckin’ on brews about the Good News
That the Lord is gonna save us from our sins
And we can keep on chewin’ in the pews
Spittin’ our cud on those who refuse
To believe in the Lord of the One who knew
That we’re kursed with a sky the color of blue
Copyright © Benjamin Bartley | Year Posted 2024
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