Black
I am black- from my roots to my toes
from my food to my clothes.
My mother- is one smooth, even
dark chocolate color. Hair wild & curly
like a wild lioness
my people are deep rooted
in hate & racism
because of our resistance to the sun
they are just mad that we don't crisp up
turn the color of red rum
murder
what they did to my people
killed them and treated them like ether
if you only knew the deceitfulness
of our society.
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