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My People & I/Gold


My People & I We are Perceived as the Enemy We are the black coffee to your vanilla The Racists claim that we are bitter But better than that is what we are My People & I We are a beautiful race diverse from the various colors of our skin to our diffident personalities We are quick to say that we are Caramel, Dark Chocolate, Light-skinned & Dark-skinned But aren't retentive enough to remind ourselves that our souls are made of Gold My People & I We were once split by the schism known as slavery Yet the main thing we have become a slave to Would be the various colors of our skin We are an Extended family of Brothers & Sister, Mothers & Daughters, Father's & Sons, and Even distant cousins We are an African American family tree Connected whether we are the 20th generation in this country, or the 40th And like Jane Austen I'd rather have one thing Pride Why?! Because Prejudice is for the Petty and the Ignorant I place Pride in this Cocoa-bean colored skin of mines And if this were math class I would say that Black = White Because as Ruth Said God is the color of Water
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