A little black boy

He stands quietly and alone,
waiting for nothing to go home
but he is used to the mean kids
to play with the others his muma forbids

but he knows he is different
and he wishes he was not
but he was himself he had not forgot

and alone he sits everyday
watching the other kids laugh whilst they play
he wishes that were him he wished to have fun
he wishes he wasnt the \"balck\" mummas son

but one day he had, had enough
he could no longer go to school he was no longer tough
the big kids would always make him cry
and why was his life such a lie?

he knew he were blsck
and he could not change a thing
he was his true colour
everynight his mumma would sing:

YOU MAY BE DIFFERENT BUT YOU ARE MY SON
THE BEST MY FAV THE ONLY ONE
WHO MAKES MY FELLINGS TRUE
YOU DONT HAVE TO BE BLACK WHITE OR BLUE

but that wasnt the answer to how he could feel better
so he wrote himself a diary letter
he wrote it in the brightest red
the flowing scripture neatly said:

I PAINT MYSELF WHITE AND I COVER MY BLACK
ITS NOT MUMMAS FAULT AT SCHOOL THEY ATACK
THEY DONT KNOW ME BUT I WISH THEY KNEW
HOW MUCH THEY HURT ME AND MY MUMMA TOO,
I WANT TO BE NORMAL AND HAVE FUN AT SCHOOL,
I WANT THEM TO THINK I AM COOL
THATS ALL I WISH FOR
NOTHING LESS OR NOTHING MORE
I JUST WANT TO BE IN THEIR LITTLE GROUP
BE WRAPPED IN THEIR FRIENDSHIP HOOP

i dont know why they hate my black skiin
as they dont know me deep within

\"kids everywhere are teased for their colour and no matter what colour their face we are all a very close race\"
PLEASE VOTE OR LEAVE COMMENT