African-American awareness
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Dear the Ears of Humanity,
Perhaps in this letter you will read
What you choose not to hear.
You may have forgotten I am in college wherein
January’s Tuesdays and Thursdays
I didn’t choose to look this way
And everything around me tells me I shouldn’t want to
From the make-up aisle with foundation never quite dark enough
To the front pages of magazines that scream out
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."
*Physical*
As in the deformities and insecurities
The lifelong scars for all to see
Unrecognizable faces
In unknown, stranger places
We were whipped into shape
And taken to rape
