Invisible Boys
We are
The in between
The White Queens
And the Africa's King
The Union that no one
Sees
As wild as the curly Trees
As high as the Yellow Leaves
Or yellow skin that knows no
End
Good hair?
Who cares?
Light Skin?
Same Sins
To be Black as Knight
The old souls and Ebonies
Or The White Lights
The right Hands of Unity
Who are we
Born in between
With no place or scene
No seen
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