First Steps
I was born into privilege and racism.
Of this, I am not proud.
The time is now to use my voice
and scream out clear and loud.
The centuries of suffering,
I wish I could take them all back.
But I will never understand
what it truly is to be Black.
How is it that small children know
what we should know in our prime?
We must remind all people that
DARK SKIN IS NOT A CRIME.
I’m sorry for the fact
that I will never understand.
But I see you and you matter.
Would you like to take my hand?
This poem is about:
My community
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