Racism
people look at my skin like im different
but im the same they hit me spit on me
they call me Niger
but deep inside im the same as any one else
i cry pray but god is not answering me
they talk about my clothes
but inside i know the answer that god put me on earth for something
but i know what i am a African American
Copyright © Curtis Smith | Year Posted 2005
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