By: Yamel Alomari, 8th Grade
I wake up with a skin tone I can’t
Say it ain’t so.
I love my color! In fact I'm proud of
My color, but sometimes I feel like
Another black target as soon as I
Walk out that door
Have me thinking what the ones
Before me was even fighting for.
Martin Luther King speech, now that was impactful
But see, iI thought he did it
So we wouldn’t have to.
Today I find myself at a protest
Screaming out “who's next?’’
George Floyd “I can’t breathe’’
Trayvon martin “What are you
Following me for?”
Sandra bland “ What did I do wrong?”
The list goes on and on.
See, being black feels like a target now,
Waiting to be oppressed with no justice
One word "disgusting."
A president associated with the
But still they voted for him.
Laughing at our poverty “what do you
Have to lose’’ was a quote that got
When I walk outside it's hard not to worry
Will I return home
Will I be so lucky.
We begging for our rights and equality as humans
Hoping these police don’t do us in.
See this is what happens when you’re black in America
No such thing as “ Home of the free”
Just targets waiting to happen with
Camera phones to see them.
Someday I will tell my kid, still in
We weren’t safe
We were black
Killed because of our race.