Whiteness
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Born to love
Taught to hate
Stranded between
nature and nurture.
Your soul and your skin
furiously debate
until your skin
growing up I was taught that the
straighter and more constraint my
hair was then the neater it looked
blow dry it, flat iron it and just put it
away
and why? because for some reason
I write because it seems that's all I can do.
I write because I love you.
It's a matter of understanding, of liberating
The heart and soul and mind
And find the talisman that will bring you spirit and joy
All my things jumbled
because the mind is not:
and I’ve nothing to reference,
so am I truly me?
