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the hyphen
something that
was not supposed to be
even though
we live in the
land of opportunity
a myriad of cultures
a soup of heritage
Yet they never wanted
a spoon in the bowl
to mix and stir
because a hyphen
was never supposed to be
there was black
there was white
there was yellow
even red
but there was not supposed to be
black-white
white-yellow
yellow-red
And so the white said
no, no, no
because they did not like
the blend
so with their laws
and their doors
they spread the divide
but then she said no
and the feet stomped on
for the right to the same
after lost battles
broken heartache
and souls faded
there was the 13, 14, 15
and with them
came the stir
and the right
to be a hyphen
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