I stand next to my friends and brothers and see the different colored skins.
I wonder who am I just one of the replicant slaves also known as dark skin.
I follow these words or descriptions saying that I'm illiterate and good for nothing, that I was raised without a father, and will never amount to something; unless you talking about the big ol' jail house made for all these primitive black souls while we feast on chicken and do the dance of the Jim Crows.
Maybe we cut up watermelon and drink the same "good" kool-aid. Never seen as an individual but as a whole, I guess no African American will go to college and achieve their goals.
Maybe they themselves will be a raisin in the sun losing all the happiness and the fun. Now as I grow up all the negativity is done because racism was the main & only one.