Because Of A Name

His middle names Hussein
First names barack, by the way
The president of the united states
And here he lives, born and raised
But people like to complain
About his “undeserving fame”
All because of that Muslim name?
What a shame
That some aim to blame
His rich heritage, for anything that goes astray
And all i can say is why
Why must an entire religion be attacked
Why must an entire race be ostracized
Simply because they’re black?
Why must you spit these hateful words
Don’t you know you can’t take them back?
I feel like an anomaly among anomalies
I don’t see an issue with these words
But many do
Most of these things i cannot change
Nor do i want to
See we’re of the same breed, you and me
With skin, and hair, and eyes
We bleed
The same colored blood, why can’t you see?
I am not better than you
And you are not better than me.

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