My black has cracked.
Cracked from the pain and suffering.
Of the color of my skin.
Arrows of hate and racism.
Pierces my heart.
My black is bleeding.
Bleeding from injustice.
Bullets of rage.
Loaded in a gun.
All because my skin.
My black skin.
It bothers many.
If you were to see.
My skin is cracked.
Needing healing from all the scars.
Scars from slavery.
Scars from segregation.
Scars from a nation that does not fight for us.
Scars that sees my black skin as an immediate threat.
How much more can one take!
If you see me then you see my skin.
My black skin.
Cracked because of your lies.
