Black
Black,
Once you're there, there's no turning back.
This isn't about race, color, or creed,
It's about death, on which all our lives feed.
Mistakes, promises, hurt and pain.
Did you know that all promises are made in vain?
People force you to do this and do that
But they don't care if you died where you sat.
Establishment and conformity is where we should be
But we don't want that, they just don't see.
© by Nicole Piazza
