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Dear racists


I'm not just the color of my skin

I'm not just "black",

I wish you would know that.

I'm more than your stereotypes of

being loud and obnoxious.

I'm more than not having a father

or liking fried chicken cause it tastes good.

I am beautiful and I am unique.

I am eloquent and I know several ways

to shut down your racist arguments

with my sophisticated venacular.

I am courageous and ambitious.

I am everything positive that you fear about black people.

So to all you racist out there, who choose to live

in such a close-minded space.

I am envading

I know that probably sounds familiar.

I am reclaiming my time 

and showing how my black will always outshine.

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