fair
we both have 206 bones
sticks and stones may break my bones
but youre using guns and laws that only
apply to me
we have two eyes
but somehow you see
me differently
two ears
but you cannot hear
the cries of my people
two hands
mine reaching out to others
yours pushing away "our kind"
and you are anything but
kind
or fair
even if your skin is.
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