If white is right, and black aight,
Then black me up and white me out.
Erase my race, sell me out.
Who gives a shyt? Nobody cares!
AzN PrYDe? [insert laugh track here]
Life is still, a one man struggle,
...a neverending uphill battle.
Our race divided, each cry rings hollow.
Better Luck? Wellll...not tomorrow.
So what's the answer? I have no clue.
But I'm sick of trying, what's the f'n use?
i love your poem your really good at this! Perfect!LOL!
~Angel~