Every other day someone around me dies
The screaming, the yelling the misfortunate cries
No one understands the dangerous game
They will never understand that we will always be the same
Colors, Colors! why does it matter what we wear
Step up to real people ohno they wouldn't dare
But with all the blood ties and the pain
I will live through the rain and still i rise
1 comment:
Excellent poem, good rhythm. How about continuing this with more metaphors and similes.
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