Loveless Tares

One whose skin’s hue has stolen from yonder store. Her dark skin makes her a whore, to eyes that see with intense hate I cannot ignore. If only I had not ventured to that store, for I too am seen the stealing whore. Even though I have not stolen, in blind eyes they even the score. By taunting me with suspicious stares, and once again I’ve stepped in the snares, Of vile racism’s blinding hate; ignorant shameless animal features; Oh God take pity on such creatures. When will it change; when will enlightenment come; awaken weak souls from a mass of black rain. Forever falling down on us all; tainting everything but solving nothing; strutting around like their fake superiority is something. But never will it be but the poison it is; denying others their right to live. Who has the audacity to make it so; ignorance making strangers their foe. Oh to be rid of such vile stares , hateful lies and preconceived notions on loveless tares.