Oppression
Dull shackles
An accessory to a crime
Worn out from repeated abuse
Of oppression for profit, for personal gain
The cracking of a whip
A contributor to paralysis
The inability to move
Petrified by the sight and sound
In chains, continuing to till the ground
After a thousand lashes
Many of us will have chosen
To become obedient
Begging and pleading
Or left to die bleeding
Next of kin
Release the pin
As I melt into the floor
Unconsciously aware of time
A common courtesy
Segregation for two kinds of people
Simply put, me and you
Separated by pigment, but bound by race
I ask for forgiveness for all of this hate
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