Growing Up Black in America
Nathan Reid, 18, he/him/his, 03/10/2020
The world can be such an evil place
Most of the time just a disgrace
People getting destroyed like
Feeling like I wanna run away and hide
But where to go? I can’t even decide
I’m a black male with lots of pride.
Being black is such a privilege
Cause we are all family within a whole village
Seeking more people to encourage.
We are always risking our lives
To receive a beautiful prize.
While cops tryna seek our demise.
Everybody has a different purpose
We all have a different skill set
Find your own and don’t regret.
We all are the same, but different
Same ancestry but yet unknown infants
We neighbors but yet,
still feel distant.
Moral of this poem is to have love
With the love from the god above
Just live by the name of love.