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Feb 2018
Chris Allen
I'm a color that is a being colored black
not like the big man even cares he just wants
to blacken me until I'm nothing I hate the way
you look at me like I 'm going to steal your purse I'm not what you think
I am your worse nightmare an educated color that is strong.
I hide till you find me
I'm  White
I'm Black
I'm Every color that you think
But when they see me they look and ask me questions that I cant do this and I let go until you push me down on the floor that  I can't do this I want to change color but then I see my ancestors telling me not to let go I've marched in chains to marching with Martin Luter King. I've become the president. I help the world by helping my colors become a person, not a color we are not colors

We are people, not Men or women, NOT WHAT YOU THINK I AM ME.
Chris Allen
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Chris Allen  14/M/Austin,Texas
(14/M/Austin,Texas)   
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