Poet: Robert Moore of Ball State University

I’m black I’m a Pessimist

I’m overgrown by rhetoric

I’m intelligent

But I’m black

So this sets me back

Separates me from my white counterparts

Realizing without me

There would be no after dark

There would be no flavor

No music or art

Even the Moors were segregated by what they had not

I feel like a Moor

A blackhead on the white face of this institution

Where I don’t feel like fresh air

It’s more like I’m polluted

But I’m black

It’s a fact

I may lack the privilege

But my image…is here to stay

Like those before me

I’ll continue to pave the way

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