What I see: is the fire that surrounds me and 2 white men with torches and black girls and boys of all different ages are running
I hear: is the fire crackling and my feet hitting the dirt as I'm running and my breath as I panting
I feel: I can feel the cold ground as my hands and knees are bleeding from impact from the ground
I smell: I can still smell the fire from the houses that those 2 white men burned down and can smell some blood in the distance
As I'm running I wonder where are my parents
I'm scared, alone and want to go home
But I realize that not happening so I keep moving
I keep moving...I keep moving...
Why do u hate us
Why do u hurt us
Why do take parents away from are kids over selfish reasons
Why do you make us the bad guys
Why do you criticize our skin
from the moment of birth, we are hated treated like dirt
So tell me who are we to you....
I see: racism and mass incarceration
I hear: the gunshots
I feel: the cold blood on my hands
I smell the gunpowder and the blood
YOU ARE READING
Who are we to you?
Poetrythis is a poem I made and it has to do with the past and has to do with racism and children getting separated from their homes.
