by Abby Mac Phail | |
Published on: Aug 25, 2005 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=6091 | |
BREATHE I am a black child born into a world full of hate cause all people do is discriminate. They see ya skin and black face and then they segregate. I am a welfare child walkin’ on line to get my government cheese so that my family could eat. Please I walk miles to make a l’il change so my family can have a piece of bread at least. I am a poor child walkin’ from hood to hood tryin’ a find somethin’ to do. Walkin’ around with these old run down shoes. I am a cryin’ child angry and full of hate. Cuz daddy ain’t around and mama sleeps around. My brother’s doin’ drugs and my sista is a victim. Sit and listen can’t ya’ll see us black people need to break free and breathe breathe breathe breathe don’t fall for the trap don’t use dat crack don’t be a whore I’d rather be a bore in school I tryna make it through cuz I don’t wanna be like everybody else I wanna be myself. Stop can’t ya’ll see we don’t needa segregate we needa integrate and just BREATHE By: Brittany Garrett New York Age 14 « return. |