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My Black is Missing.... Did you know My Black is Missing? Did you know that my young, black sistahs are missing? I don't think you understand me when I say you don't know. You've ignored it for so long...  
We walk around pretending we're fine. No one ever seems to want to find the time  To walk the fine line Between knowing someone through a hashtag or a username And showing them actual compassion. 
Beauty has no filter I once thought that filters made things beautiful I would hide my imperfections And display myself as a perfect doll I would shut out my uniqueness, my personality To be like everyone else I thought fitting in was beautiful I
Apparently, the only socially acceptable answer to the question "are you okay?", nowadays, is: "I'm fine". Even if you're not fine at all.
Screeching Scratching Goes the door Latching its Latch through The floor The pitching So cruel To my ears After all These years The door Still leers
A smiley face at the end of every text, I'm wondering what you'll say next. Do you like me? Do you realize that I like you?
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