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Oct 2018
I tried fitting in with them but was told my skin was to dark and that I was not the type.
I asked a darker crowd for companionship but was denied because I was told I talk white.
In reality they ment proper but I cannot hate my own people for what they don't know.
In a country where a letter from Willie Lynch divided us and still stunts our growth.

We were deprived of our name, religion, and planted an idea in our head that lighter is better.
Features once  seen as a sign of ugliness such as big lip or now being imitated and make others jealous.
These life scars remain though, that rain from feeling left out seemed to only get wetter.
Hoping one day this alienated feeling will dry up but one can only be zealous.
When a moving company came to pick up boxes from my apartment, one of the guys asked me where I was from because he said I talk like a white person from up north versus someone from Louisiana.  As a black child it's sometime damaging to hear statements such as why you talk white or be alienated just for being difference
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Poetnumber7  32/M/Louisiana
(32/M/Louisiana)   
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