Samal Robert Fields

Salisbury, Maryland

MY SKIN IS MY SIN

I can walk into a store and could be the most innocent
man alive,

They turn and look like I just committed a homicide.

I walk down the street and they stroll to the other side,

I wonder what I did wrong but it's my skin that covers
my pride.

The dust could be the weapon and automatically I'm the
wind,

But I also have to remember that my skin is my sin.

This poem was meant for all the BROTHERS and SISTERS that bond together,

Lets do all of us a favor keep it that way forever.