Poem: "Biased" and Reflection

In my school of the educated

It seems like I'm hated

Related to the fact that I'm black and how I act

Which is how I get graded

Discriminated, Segregated a lot, it's unfair ain't it?

So picture this picture in your mind, while I paint it...

In the black of class, the white kids point and get their fun laughs

Just because I get sent to the corner wearing a dunce hat

I did nothing wrong at all

The teacher tells me to face the wall

She turns around and continues to write on the board

While the white kids are spitting spit balls threw their straws

How long must these days go on

My hand is raised long but never will I get picked on

How long must I survive this

I'll ask my lord for guidance

Cause my life is oh so very biased

Alan Taylor                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               Reflection:                                                                                                                                                        I made this poem because my blog project is on segregation, and in this poem is a narrative passage about a African American student that’s segregated even after civil rights movement obviously because he is in a white school.

And I’m sure sort of thing happened back in this time of the civil rights movement.