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My Colored Self


(poems go here) One day I was sitting down by my colored self Drinking my colored juice ,Next to my colored desk My colored mind started to think real hard ,So I got my colored pencil and started to draw And said u know what ima draw my colored self , I drew a purple head a brown neck and a red chest A purple head that represents royalty For the royal blood that runs through my veins The royal blood that runs through the Nile and to my heart The royal blood that still reigns within me And a brown neck that represents strength Strength to hold up my royal head The strength that ill need to go through the headaches of life The strength the slaves used to hold their head up high ,Following the North Star in the sky Lastly a red chest for the loving grateful spirit that I have The spirit the slaves had when they sang free at last The spirit that keeps me when times are rough , The spirit that helped the slaves when the going got tough When my colored picture was done I smiled with glee ,That my colored skin is more than it is thought to be My colored skin represents more than any book could tell ,It represents more than the number of my skin cells My colored skin represents my heritage and myself being ,It represents my meaning It represents my morals and values My colored skin represents that I am the living proof of a dream come true And with that thought I sat my colored self back And drank my colored juice Next to my colored desk
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