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