Everyday you stereotype me,
You look me up and down as if I’m a tree
I always wonder to myself what’s up with that
Then I remember I am Black.
I visited the store they looked at me hard
Showing me the things they think I can afford
Ask for the price of an expensive gift, they said, don’t worry about that!
Yes I remember, I’m Black
Don’t you judge me by my color?
Or do you judge me by my words of anger
See, we knew all about that
You only judge me cause I am BLACK.
DONE DEAL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem