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Does my blackness offend you?

Does my blackness offend you?

Is my hair too curly for you?

Are my hips too wide for you?

 

My dark brown skin glows with all the melanin I have been gifted with.

My lucious thick hair is filled with curls that bounce with every stride I take forward, away from oppression.

My hips sway perfectly with the drums beating in the air of the Mother land.

 

Does my athletism bother you?

Is my intelligence too much for you?

Are my people beneath you?

 

My athletic feats have been studied by generations of white Americans who have hoped to find an extra ligament in my leg.

My intelligence has been the reason for many inventions all over the world.

 

My people will rise above , always have , always will.

 

My people will be given justice where it's due.

 

My people will be heard , just like the drums from the Mother land.

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Written by
destiny-c
23 / F
Published
Jul 7, 2016
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#people#black#skin#motherland#blacklivesmatter#alllivesmatter
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