Page 116 - Poems by Alyson Malach - Childhood to Adulthood
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Black and Brown receive more care,
Yet stats reveal who’s truly there.
Immigrants, they often decry,
Yet whites abroad are called “expats,” no lie
Who faces bias, who’s unfairly treated?
These truths reveal who’s often cheated.
In the pandemic’s deadly sweep,
Black and Asian souls did weep,
More disadvantaged, treated ill,
Injustice marked by numbers still.
For generations, these lines are drawn,
A struggle met from dawn to dawn,
From housing blocks to office towers,
The fight for justice, always ours.
Yet hope remains, a spark so bright,
In unity, we find our light,
To break these chains, to mend the past,
Equality will win at last.
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