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Look at
Me
Now.
Now I listen
And I write and
I read
And I am polite.
Quintessential Student
Scholarly and Prudent
She's run free yet
Steadfast
And strong?
No, no
That's all
Wrong.

Black Skin.
Her Black Skin
Encapsulates her being
Yet everyday
Surrounded by whiteness
The sun's hot harsh rays
Streaking darker lines
Across her skin
Remember those days
When slang was
Her first tongue
No care in the world
Was hers,
Surrounded by
Black skin,
Loud sounds,
Laughter,
Chatter,
Life.

It was a different time
For me
For her.
Then her skin didn't stand out and
Her voice never shook and the
Sun was her friend
Remember
Those days?

As life now gets harder
I
Will remember her
Before I grow
Shriveled in the sun
Like my time here is done.
Remember and power on.
Days of doubts and
Fears will be gone.
Look at
Me
Now.

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