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Apr 2014
I have been made fun of for the color of my skin;
For the way I dress;
My taste in music;
Even how I talk.

They say I talk black.

Talk black?
What do you mean talk black?
We have given color to the words I speak?
Can you SEE their color?

Instantly they make me a ****.
I become uneducated.
I am a thief.
A suspect.
Uncultured.
You do not even know me;
Yet you make ASSUMPTIONS as to who I am.

You do not even know me?
I'm sorry, where are my manners?
Hello, nice to meet you.
My name is ---- ----.
I am white,
But I talk black.
Novus
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Novus  Ohio
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