Our world is nothing, dont you see <br />There's people with money, and there's people like me <br />My life has never been anything or made me proud to see <br />Everyday there's more troubles for me to carry around <br />There's shooting and killing and guns all around <br />I'm tired of waking up and hearing one of my people are down <br /> <br />I'm black and it's hard to get around <br />Some busses wont pick me up, but I dont cause problems around <br />Racism is something I'm tired of being around <br />But I'm me and I'm still going to stand my ground <br />No matter how much hell is coming down<br /><br />octavia wilson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hard-times-14/
