Woe is Black

Its been forever since I last wrote a poem or blog entry; I’ve been going through some personal stuff these last few months. But the recent Black Lives Matter protests had me break out of my uncreative prison and write a few words on what its like being born black in a world that is somehow opposed to you in many ways.   What is my crime outside being born black? Immediately classed as ugly and subhuman Let’s not forget stupid All because of my dark brown skin A reminder of pain Inflicted on those that came before me   … Continue reading Woe is Black