child hood
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Blackened thoughts.
Vital signs.
Retribution.
What's left inside.
Memories start to disappear.
The older I get the more they become unclear.
I was told I was Colored at seven years old.
A white girl's mama told her so...and she explained to me,
"Now you see", as she held my arm, "your skin is brown."
My father had once told me
you'll never know just what you'll be
even with the end in sight
just before the end of night
dont jump too soon, because you'll fall
just hang on tight, fight through it all
