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Dec 2013
Darker skinned breeds pale.
Those cold months are the worst. They say
“but you look so white”, the
insult
mixed breeds get. The sitting around,
lounging inside bleaches.
Indoors is to blame, something
surely created by whites to alter
the darker pigmented people. A created
space of normalcy, it requires upkeep
and a source from which to draw power.
Assimilate,
feel the fake light?
Satisfactory for who?
There is no greater trap.
You want confusion?
Step into a mixed breed’s mind.
The whole world becomes shades and I,
I am,
whatever the viewer wants, an in-between.
But winter,
So **** white,
She is the hardest.
John Allen
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