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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.