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Don't Forget


It's as if they fear the color Will drip off of their skin and stain their clothes As if they may breathe it in Like a poison Like a disease They squint their beady little eyes Staring Menacingly At their beautiful dark skin Their luscious brown eyes Eyes that also see color But see it as a blessing A gift They draw a line Right between black and white Yell profanity across it As if one step across the line Made such a difference As if one side Was so much superior Then I walk over And dust into the air There is no more line Suddenly they are all people All colors All people They have always been people Why can't they see Black or white We're All People Remember
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