I wrote this poem in 2015 when the deep south started their racist stuffs again. It goes like this;
Life is a strange place
To form the strangers pact
For to live and die
Many questions of life
Many worries of life
Than to go about asking
Why some people are black
Why the whites are white
Is not the black man's business
We may be black
But they are not white
Only not as black as we are
Nobody chooses their destiny
And nobody chooses their race
And with our eyes
We both see black and white monkeys
If we are black
And we see nothing wrong in being black
Why should you see something
Wrong in being black
Once in a while
We all ponder
What is wrong with being black.
Life is a strange place
To form the strangers pact
For to live and die
Many questions of life
Many worries of life
Than to go about asking
Why some people are black
Why the whites are white
Is not the black man's business
We may be black
But they are not white
Only not as black as we are
Nobody chooses their destiny
And nobody chooses their race
And with our eyes
We both see black and white monkeys
If we are black
And we see nothing wrong in being black
Why should you see something
Wrong in being black
Once in a while
We all ponder
What is wrong with being black.
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