Racism By Maurice Taylor Racism loves me so much it kills me slowly; Scared for my passing, Doesn’t want to be lonely. Every time I try to commit suicide, She cried And begged me to stay. Whenever I need food she laughed. When I was cold, locked her doors, But when I showed her, herself She pulled a gun. I’m dead now, but not done. … Continue reading Poet Maurice Taylor Shares, “Racism”