Scarred by Prejudice

Though equality is a right

By law,

It still leads to a fight

for sure.

When I walk down the street,

I have to bow my head.

I have no friends to meet,

Just a floor for my bed.

Sometimes, if I’m lucky,

I’ll get a piece of bread.

Mostly I am unlucky

As I go straight to bed.

I am a black

As people say.

I’m deprived of nutrition that I lack

And whipped everyday.

I am the prey

to the predator.

It makes me feel grey

To listen to their commentator.

They trip me, hurt me,

Or act like I don’t exist.

They think it is funny,

And persist.

I hate being treated like I don’t know a thing;

I think I could be great,

If I started learning,

But for now, I’m just bait.

I’m not going to let this happen

Not today or ever.

You may blind my ken,

But I’ll never stand down, never.

Stand up for your right

I say,

And I say we might

Be great one day.

If you think we are right,

Be our guest,

And help us fight

As well as protest.