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This poems takes a familiar spin on racism towards black people and how it hurts |
He bombed my world, without care. As the pain was engulfed through my veins, The poisonous substances diffused into my heart. He cured me from being colourblind. To kill my soul, she would dare, Telling me that it aint nothing Even though it is, She cured me from being colourblind It aint nothing? Telling me the only positive thing about me is HIV Telling me I can’t even afford a 9” TV Telling me the difference between a pair of jeans and I Is that a pair of jeans has only one fly. Telling me that the only reason I am fast Is to run away from cops Telling me that life aint meant for me And that I was meant to be hang in a tree It aint nothing? With every door that closes, another one closes harder Just ‘cause of notions that my lingo’s ‘badder’ The dream of Papa Luther has turned into a nightmare The Earth cured me from being colorblind So what if I can rhyme Obama with yo mama So what if I’m a good cotton farmer So what if I always got a hoody So what if I got a massive booty So what’s the matter foo Why can’t I be someone like you |