Poem -

Last place because my race

Down south  my community hate me for my race.
I guess since my mom and dad made me black I would never be in first place.
As the government lock the kids I grew up with over breaking in a safe, or a petty drug case.
But yet there kind can shoot up a school or public place.
They just want me to be like my ancestors
And fall in place if they say so . 
Cops pull us over and tell us we have to do what they say so. Cops pull us over  and spit in our face spray us with mace and the only thing I'm guiltily of is being in lace place because of my race.
 

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