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Jun 2013
My eyes don't lie
My eyes don't lie
Check it
The mirror shows my reflection
My brain processes the image
IΒ Β question
Should I accept it
The color spectrum says I'm brown
Society says I'mΒ Β  black
But truth be told I'm lighter than that
Look my skin tone
Scraps off when I cut my shin bone
I see white meat than blood flows
Huh? What if I healed like Wolverine
Would you accept or call me weird
Eye sight is dear oh my eyes don't lie
They just see lies for what they are, lies
A man is not a lady , a woman is not a guy
God guides my sight I see the lies even if disguised.
Corey Conduit Wilkerson
Written by
Corey Conduit Wilkerson  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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