Hypocrite (Poem)

There's a constant pull on me, whites call it gravity,
There's a constant pull you see it's not actually what you'll see,
It's pressing on my soul, beyond and lower in my cavity.
But my heart beats the same pace at yours , I will never be..

Able to understand the difference between you and I,
We have the same skeletal structure As Adam and Eve,
But the sun beats so heavily.. Deadly in disguise.
When will the sun vanish, he made it so he can take it is what I believe.

You see I breathe with the same lungs as yours,
Maybe a different color in shade,
The difference is the sun is hell against my pores.
Nigger engraved in my ancestors , or the shunned for learning to behave.

America is a rave, dramatic, flashy, but like the sun it kills whatever's close,
I will be a voice for any person who believes,
Lost souls killed for slander or the color of race I am your host.
You see you call me a nigger, but the whites we're dealt the same sleeve.
I guess It takes one to know one.
Hypocrite.