Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!


I breathe air for the first time
as I am born black, with slap on my behind
my skin is white, I open my eyes
they are filled with light, and all I see is color
a black man, my doctor standing in my sight

I lay down on the ground half dead
from a bullet wound to my head
all i can bluntly see is a white man carrying me, the color white all that i see

Color isn't good and it isn't bad, but
when it comes between life that is really sad
if color keeps my heart from giving and loving
then let me be blind, I will live in dark happiness and if you dont like it,
you can kiss my behind.

Written by Kevin Robinson ( Mr. Versifier )


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