Ani Montfort. Poet Warrior.

Black Skin

 

He had that

BLACK SKIN

Walking up and down the street with

That grin

You could tell that he had been through a lot

Begging for change in a McDonald’s parking lot

He had that

BLACK SKIN

With a mask paper thin

See, he smiled a lot

But he was hurting within

And all the police do is offend

When he has nothing to defend

But his

BLACK SKIN

Sleeping on a pile of newspaper on a cold, dark night

His back against the wind while he’s clutching them tight

Just hoping that he’ll live to see the light

Maybe he won’t,

Maybe he might.

But I know he won’t give up without a fight.

Because all they ever saw was his

BLACK SKIN

Like something is wrong with having

BLACK SKIN

Only thing that belonged to him was his

BLACK SKIN

Because no one ever realized what was

Within

All because he had black skin.