Rasicm
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When I was a little girl,
I told someone I was going to be the first woman president.
“Well you’re going to need to change your last name” they said.
An unsettling unrest in a country known for peace.
Manslaughter but not if the cop was confronting someone of color.
A life time of ignorance,
discrimination whispered into the billowing breeze,
my articulation better than those of 'my kind',
the prejudice that is passed from generation to generation,
