They hate me because of my background,
They hate me because i am poor,
Not to mention of being homeless,
Let alone of my tattered and torned clothes,
They don’t even want to sit next to me,
But why black people?
Why do you have to treat each other so bad?
Why we criticize one of our own?
Where do we expect them to run to if we don’t
Show them love?
They didn’t choose to be poor and homeless,
Who will give them hope if we show them no love?
Does it really make you feel happy to see ’em
Eating on the dustbins
Sharing their meals with dogs?
Does it really make you feel great to see them
Using cardboards as their shelter?
Why don’t we stick together and protect each
other?