black and proud
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I express my identity through poetry.
Who I am and who I hope to one day be
Bleeds through the tip of my pen
In a rush of eloquence,
My stream of consciousness.
Pardon me while I speak from my roots
By this, I mean the beginning of my hair follicles
So excuse me if my words sound twisted or dark by nature
If you catch my drift.
Joined and denounced by many
