I am Troy Davis.

An injustice system holding my freedom in contempt,

No evidence, faulty witnesses, a pastor commands my soul to repent.

I’m innocent, but we all look the same.

I’m innocent, but the warden awards me a new name.

They amended my constitutional rights,

Forgetting to tell me they would work better for me if I was white.

I am Troy Davis.

An error on a free nation,

Child of cane,

Shame of inhumane action,

Color of abuse-stained.

My ethnic teachings are barbaric-my oral history-less credible

I am America-an American Minority-my existence is skeptical…

© Brittani Colbert