Look At Me

by Daryl E. Horton

Look at my black skin
A story that runs deep
Scarred by the people of this land
A slave unworthy of a life free
Look at my big lips
A symbol of who I am
A once conquered and defeated
But now the feared black man
Look into my eyes
And it is here that you will see
Over 400 years
Of a crime called slavery
Oppressed and wretched beast
My life sings the blues
You don't know how hard life can get
Until you've walked a mile in my shoes
Poor man sings the blues
Yea, well the black man does too
Constantly being put down
For presenting ideas he thinks are true
How can we live
In world such as this
We are told to use our minds
But we're forced to use our fists
A bullet don't have no name on it
And in life you can not cope
I can die by the bullet
Or have my life ripped from me as I hang by the rope
There are two faces to every coin
And there's always two choices you can make
But for the darker skinned people of this world
You lose no matter which one you take.

Look At Me byDaryl E. Horton

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