<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575482" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Black Man</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ive seen so many thing about racism on the T.V and in the newspaper, I thought I would write about it. This is the poem that flowed so freely from my hands</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I walk down the street<br>There is no one I can meet<br>For I am not wanted<br>Like a cat in your flowers<br>A mosquito on you<br>People wish I wasn’t here<br>And yet I will never leave<br>I am, the black man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I respect all <br>Even those who hate me<br>I wouldn’t hurt a person<br>And yet they want to hurt me<br>I stand out in a crowd<br>No one wants to walk beside me<br>I am, the black man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I can’t sit at the front of the bus<br>I must walk by<br>But every time I do <br>I get kicked by many shoes<br>So I decided to stop<br>Stand up for me<br>Live for my people.<br>For I am, the black man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I refuse to listen to them<br>I get attack relentlessly<br>I still don’t listen<br>I shall never give up<br>Never fall in<br>For I am, the black man</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I get taken away<br>But my spirit and soul stay<br>They will continue to fight<br>Continue to disobey <br>I won’t stop until we are free<br>To live life fully<br>For I am, the black man</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Dillon+Crawford">Dillon Crawford</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=575482" data-title="The Black Man de Dillon Crawford" data-description="Ive seen so many thing about racism on the T.V and in the newspaper, I thought I would write about it. This is the poem that flowed so freely from my hands I walk down the street There is no one I can meet For I am not wanted Like a cat in your f..."></div> </div> </div>

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