The Way She Feels Inside

They stare at her
Like she is some kind of monster
It's worse here
She liked it better when sh she was with her people!

They stare her down
Like shes some kind of clown
They laugh and play jokes
She sit all alone.

All she wants is one good friend
A friend she can have till the end
As she goes to turn the bend
A shot is fired, This is her end!!

People cried
On the day that she died
No one knew
No one could ever feel
What she felt inside!

The pain and the hurt
The people that once knew her
As a different colored person

Hey yall
k this poem i wrote during a class discussion when we were talking bout racism
hope yall enjoy
ainz