The Never Freed Black Man
by CaddyGirl on Mon Jun 14, 2004 1:19 pm
When I look into the mirror,
This is what I see
I see a dark skinned girl,
Looking dead back at me.
Sometimes when I go to the mall,
A mall that's filled with whites,
They look down on me and stare
Holding their purses to them tight.
It hurts because I'm not like them,
And they dont except me for who I am,
Sometimes I want to cry about it,
Because I am a descendent of the never freed black man.
This is what I see
I see a dark skinned girl,
Looking dead back at me.
Sometimes when I go to the mall,
A mall that's filled with whites,
They look down on me and stare
Holding their purses to them tight.
It hurts because I'm not like them,
And they dont except me for who I am,
Sometimes I want to cry about it,
Because I am a descendent of the never freed black man.