Unspoken
Unspoken
Soft curls; mixed colors
freckles; mixed skin
shady eyes; mixed lips
i am not my hair
i am not my skin
i am not what you see
sorrow genes make the curls
unidentification make the colors
stress keeps the freckles
verification make the skin
pain and vain make the eyes
cruelty make the lips
you don't see truthfully
no one does
not even me.
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