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Can I tell you a secret?
Come closer so I may whisper it
It goes something like this;
I want to swim in your eyes
I want to tell you, you have colonized my mind
The Skin I’m in
The Skin I’m in doesn’t mean I am covered in sin
Or that I am corrupt from within born into a life of violence and rage.
That because of my skin tone I am an animal uncaged.
If I said I was a leader would you follow. If I said I was inspiring would you listen.If I said I was a Christian would you believe me.
Because of my skin tone I'm considered another ethnicity
Because of my skin tone I'm judged for wanting the traditional values of my heritage
The sun is hot, the wind is low
and soft against your face.
The trees are green, their shadows
tall and cool in their embrace.
The grass is bright, the flowers vivid,
and swaying in the breeze.
Yes I'm black, that doesn't mean I'm vulnerable to attack,
I'm just like you, a human, red blood, emotions and a moving figure,
war, there is war everywhere in Iraq, Syria, and even in the U.S.A, recently there has been an epidemic of police bashing. A seed in Ferguson was shot to death by a police officer, which sent a fire through the field.
Black & white
Why fight between us human
Why racism compare to color ?
You might be white or black and nothing difference between us.
Fingertips slide across my lips,
And joy floods to my soul.
Blood rushes to my skin,
I blush away,
I feel the sin.
Why on earth am I this way?
Yearning and burning
I've grown up around strong women. To be specific, I've been surrounded by strong black women.
That doesnt make me strong though
This made it hard for me to find myself. I wanted to be like them
I know the guys always say the same old line.
"The makeup compliments your eyes"
Honestly your personality compliments your mind you one of a kind.
No matter how much makeup you apply you can't never hide what's inside.
My thoughtsGo crazy. They wander,They go in circlesMaybe that's the reason for the blackCircles underneathMy eyes.My eyesStare out the window as my thoughtsUnderneathThy skin wanders.
The black girl.
Built strong, legs long unlike her hair.
Hair thick like her hips. Full lips.
Left on this earth for a purpose but constantly forced by society to find it alone.
Primitive light envelopes the birch logs in heliotrope.
Autumn leaves adopt an auburn glint.
Crouched moon in the southern sky.
This is the place astronomers call
Shattering dawn -
The absolute design that defines me,
and yet in the mist of the night no one hears my screams.
Racism.
It's such a strong word,
A prevelant issue,
Something that separates,
Discriminates.
It leads to wars.
It does not love.
It is an unjust system.
It hurts.
We constantly hide our faces, like the luminous sun shieldsbehind the colossal dusky clouds.
We walked hand-in-hand
Through the woods
With the sun at our backs
The air tasting like salt
And the sound of water hitting rocks,
We approached the lake.
It's funny,
I'm the size of an
