I'm black and bad.

I'm who I am, but some
peolpe call me black- not
just black, but dirty and
dark.
I do what others do, I
swim in gutters for food,
but when i do, they take
me for a fool. They know
me by dirty rags, they only
see me by negative tags,
they say i'm black, and
bad.
But one thing do I know.
On and on must I go
Less I fall prey to hunger’s
flow
Less I be as though taken
aback
with “I am black and bad”
Yes! It is my skin
But certainly not an ill, is
it?
So, why me and my kin?
Why isolate us still
When we have the same
skills
As you who call us black
and bad?
Though we are black
We are not as black as the
dark
Yes! We’re giants and
great
Amongst our skin we
stand tall
Amidst rumbles and
tumbles we do not fall.
In the truth, we are black
But the blacker blacks
Make us look black and
bad.
Thence they say
We are bad and black
But wrong, I think they
were
For good has come to stay
and the bad and dark
Thrown away to where
they were.
Together as one
We have come and sworn
To repair the black
To green and white
That we may change our
plight
Of being called black and
bad
And here today we are,
Happy and glad.
So then, I ask
Am I black and bad?