🔵 By Ian Lockhart. Photo by lauragrafie.
Why me?
I never asked to be born.
Raised as a bastard, mind trapped in the storm,
Was easily torn,
Picked up, dropped, bit, spit, kicked and pissed on.
Why me?
I don’t understand.
Was it yours or his plan,
For so much melanin to tan my skin?
Going from NiggER, Negro, NiggA, to „Black“ Man!
Why me?
Why must I stand alone,
Grieve on my own?
Force smiles all the while
Sad, angry and confused.
With every move I seem to lose.
Why me?
Tell me if it’s so easy to see!
Why me?!!