The whole world is against

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The whole world is against me,

because I committed a crime.

by being born black,

and that in itself is a sin,

the coils that swallow my head were not shiny enough and

hips too wide,

nose too big

not proportionate.

eyes too dark

and I could go on and on

but i wont.

feigning confidence until it becomes you,

became me,

and now,

I will never apologize for walking with my head held high.

 

 

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