Living

I maybe living but I am dark in the inside

So much darkness that I feel no need to cry

US humans we can ere meant to live, survive, and of course die and I ask why?

What’s the point of surviving if the white mans already decided my fate all from the hate of my skin color

Do you ever sit and wonder? Wonder what living will be like if we picked our on faith

Where no one hate or where I can give my worst enemy a handshake, but we will never know because right now we are just living to die