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My Black is Missing....
Did you know My Black is Missing? Did you know that my young, black sistahs are missing?
I don't think you understand me when I say you don't know. You've ignored it for so long...
We walk around pretending we're fine.
No one ever seems to want to find the time
To walk the fine line
Between knowing someone
through a hashtag or a username
And showing them actual compassion.
Beauty has no filter I once thought that filters made things beautiful I would hide my imperfections And display myself as a perfect doll I would shut out my uniqueness, my personality To be like everyone else I thought fitting in was beautiful I
Apparently, the only socially acceptable answer to the question "are you okay?", nowadays, is: "I'm fine". Even if you're not fine at all.
Screeching
Scratching
Goes the door
Latching its
Latch through
The floor
The pitching
So cruel
To my ears
After all
These years
The door
Still leers
A smiley face at the end of every text, I'm wondering what you'll say next. Do you like me? Do you realize that I like you?
