Black is beautiful
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The color of my skin determines where I will go in life It determines what i will becomeIt determines how much respect I receive It determines how I'm looked upon
It's like a shadow.
Falling beside me, but not on me.
Or in me.
"You're not mixed?"
They ask with a questioning smile on their face.
I want my seat, I want to own my pride
I seek to lay claim to what should be mine
Come, let me show you how I’ve been robbed
How I’ve been pushed aside as you take flight
PRELUDE: Black Out Poem (Warm Up)
A kiss
He was waiting for.
He wanted more of a girl
Who was warm and generous with her praise.
She's a god among many
With her swift toungue
Her independent success
Give you the vibe she was stung
Her low self esteem
Fueled by her curly serpents
Assimalation causes her to perm
Hello from the other side.
A darker side of life where you are the last brown crayon to be picked in the box.
She is the darkness
She is the core of all that is
That darkness covers her like a cloak of beauty
Deep and rich, like a serendibite skin
Black...
Of all colors, it's the jack of all trades
Black is now a color, a person, or long shiny blade
A blade that cuts deep, showing that young girls despair
Black is a color that distinguishes her hair