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Nov 2017
They named what they feared, after me
They called it black
They named what they could not see, after me
They called it black
They didn't see their dark side, yet named it
They called it me

They smeared my face with guilt
They squeezed all worth out of me
They did all this and more
They won, almost...
We are partners in crime
I let them

I sweat blood for centuries
I looked down upon me
I gave up, almost...
I even tried being them
A shadow of shadows
I lost myself, almost...

I am mad no more
I live in a mirror house now, with them
We see other faces and smile, almost
We see what we didn't see
I am me
We are free, almost...


minesh khashu
2017
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MINESH KHASHU
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