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Dear brown girl,   They don’t know why You are dripping in melanin And honey and cocoa butter. They don’t know that
Rip off the blindfoldsAnd make them see youMake it knownWhat you wantWhat is rightMake it knownThat you are human tooMake them seeWhat it is like to live like you
Content notice: Violence against people of color, people with disabilities, trans wimmin, and gender nonconforming people; allusion to suicide, sexual violence, and genocide. End of content notice.  
Nothing more what elese to say?  Have our days been counted? What to do but pray? I live a life of oppresion  And being brown is my obsession But how has my color helped me? 
My rights are being taken away! You scream while I cannot go to the bathroom in my home state. My rights are being violated!
   Your skin gets you promoted My skin gets me deported Your skin is stern My skin learns But skin is just a layer of tissue
                                                              Your skin gets you promoted My skin gets me deported Your skin is stern My skin learns
Is my black beautiful? I live in a generation that's cleaning up the mess the previous had made. Striving for equality, justice, but one thing doesn't seem to change.
Inspired by Imagination by Phyllis Wheatley. I wrote this for a class. It connect the struggles of people of color of the past to people of color today. I modeled it after Wheatley's poem in form.
Brown boy, brown boy come around Come hear the tale of the new kid in town. He ain't no peach this fine young thing I heard he aint even got a wedding ring What so cool about this new fellow
Land of the free Home of the brave As long as you're white And not transgender and certainly not a queer lady.
Who decided that our skin was tainted Anything that isn't light and innocent Light and free Is an enemy to purity   The skin is what decides who we are Even when you try to take on another skin
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