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Dec 2015
My skin is black.
Probably blacker than
The hole in my soul.
My hair is natural,
And resistant.
Like young black men
Being arrested by white cops.
My favorite color is black,
Probably because no one hardly
ever likes it.
My skin is black,
And I can't change that.
Not intended to offend or rub anyoneΒ Β the wrong way. Remember poetry is an art form of expression of deep dark feelings . Please still free to comment. .
Poetictunes
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Poetictunes  20/F/New York
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