Poetry Corner: The White Shoes
In America the greats face nothing but hatred,
Listen closely I’m hunted down by the FBI I know the value of my crown.
This is truth I’m not a conspiracy theorist I speak reason labeled as treason,
Ask Malcolm, Martin, Edger, and Fred were silenced and shot down.
I’m not popular I write my own script so review this clearly,
we know you all fear equality dearly.
This is privilege I don’t do this out of pity,
I give the masses a different revolutionary feeling.
Look down at my feet the white is bright out of spite,
Follow the journey my poetry allows me to speak until you come get me!
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