rememberwhen
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Black is a color but it's not me,
its just a title they put on the crayola crayon next to the gray.
But its gone far more than anything before,
never has this been a subject to explore.
I remember everything you did for me.
I remember when we met in 9th grade.I still remember the prank you played on me you see,
Remember when we were strange fruit hanging from the trees but never ripe enough to be picked?
Remember when we had no voice but a singlye syllable could get us whipped?
