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Feb 2021
While there
are guys
In here
who looked
At a guy
like you
all they
Saw was
the color of
his
Skin
There are people
out there
Who look at
me and all they
See is the
color of my
uniform
So you would expect
to know how a
black man feel;
but they don’t
because they get to
take there uniform off
Syomone
Written by
Syomone  31/F/Baton Rouge
(31/F/Baton Rouge)   
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