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I am a man.
A man with no power over you.
A man with no power to change this society.
Why do you hate me?
Why do you see my skin and become angry?
Why do you see my skin and separate me from my humanity?
Why is it so easy to shoot me down
Literally and figuratively.
Why should I believe in an American Dream
Based on the fallacy of equality
I know that you hate me
You feel that I don’t belong
Why do you blame me for the conditions of my birth?
Ones I had no control over
Born into a place where my face makes me worthy of hate
How come you don’t realize that your hate doesn’t make sense
You never knew me
Never came to my house to have dinner
Never spent a day discussing anything with me
Why do you hate me?
Why am I not worthy of life?
What makes me not worthy of freedom from judgement?
Why are you scared of me?
Why don’t you attempt to understand how we got here today?
Why am I not important?
Why do you look at a stranger with hate in your eyes?
Why do you see black skin and want it to be anywhere but near you?
Why is my black skin only okay when its held down under American tyranny?
Why doesn’t my black life matter to you?
