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Dear young brown girl
Brown skin, kissed from the sun
Brown eyes made from specks of gold
Tight-coiled curls shaped like a wand
From the roots of Africa
To the land of the “claimed” free
Have you ever looked beneath
Through skin and blood and bone
Not the muscles or the organs
But deep into the soul?
You may find beneath
Similarities abound
Teethered not by race or languge
I am goth and if you don't like it
I'm sorry about your luck
I'm a good friend to have
I just have dark thoughts
Within my head
A world of hate and critisism.
A world of judging eyes
What more can we do but listen,
As people speak their ignorant lies.
I know I can't stay silent,
Not when I can fight,
