Is There A Curse

Congratulations it’s a boy,
Another one in the world thinks the doctor,
His mind wanders to the racist poster,
He has stored in his locker.

The boy is growing, getting to see the world,
People's smiles as he goes by are all too fake,
They believe that they owe his kind something,
And they hope that’s all it takes.

He thinks to himself, why does the world seem so dull,
Could it be because of him; should he take the blame?
He reads a little history and sees something,
His skin and the slave’s skin are the same.

He still doesn’t understand why he is being ignored,
He believes his life should be acknowledged and he can do great things,
Yet he wonders is there a curse
That his skin color brings.

His mom says he is just a child,
He shouldn’t worry about these things.

By Paul Hart