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My True Colors


When you look at me, what do you see?

Is it the dark complexion of my skin

Or the fullness of my lips

Is it the way I embrace

People like me

As if they were my family?

Today, nobody gets to see

My true colors

The things that make me

An individual

They see what society

Has labeled me as

“Ghetto” and “uneducated”

“Loud” and “in need of help”

Its BLACK and WHITE

Not WRONG and RIGHT 

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