Love it or not, accept it or reject it, America as I see it is still divided by race. Luckily I’m fully aware that being black automatically makes me a suspect 10 times a white young male. Well, I’m observing and writing on the racial issues, meanwhile, this has been on my mind and I prefer to let it out:
From pyramids to cotton fields,
longing of pursuits
The breaks of hardship -
Strong – hold on
I wouldn’t wish to see divides
I pause.All I see is races faces
a disgrace to those faces
Faint or tint,
we seek oblivion
But these races are of faces,
Of faces divided.
Related posts:
- who is getting Happier? I wasn’t sure why it gives me so much concern...
- the ‘Me’ Poetry Very often have had my friends telling me how life...
- on Religion via God: thoughts on Thoughts And finally, here is the concluding blogisode of the series...
- the Code Poetry paradigm I remember those days of geekery and these days of...
- Divorce, Life meet Poetry Yesterday I mentioned on writing poetry that anyone can read...