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Take back the night And fold your screams Into the creases of your lungs Rid yourself of the darkness Blackness There is no radiance in your flesh Overly pigmented An abundance of melanin Brown and Black flesh Prohibited Strip your surface And become colorless Bleach until you bleed Porcelain white, light They want you to become ghostly Figurines that clone their actions Speak with their diction Adapt their vernacular Black Ebonics is the devil Is the darkness Like the black and brown pigment Light and Lighter are Holy So strip they say Trade your tongue for theirs Assimilate For purity To live A life where your skin has value Where they will not shed your blood For proper living Where they will not lynch your bones In the backyards of the white hoods With white masks and holes for eyes In the streets where the blue suits slay For fear They do not see you Because you've become colorless For purity To live To speak with their diction Strip they say Take back the night Into the creases of your lungs Where they will never lynch your bones In the backyard Where you rid yourself of darkness Because in your blackness There is radiance in your flesh
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
Confessions of Black
Take back the night And fold your screams Into the creases of your lungs Rid yourself of the darkness Blackness There is no radiance in your flesh Overly pigmented An abundance of melanin Brown and Black flesh Prohibited Strip your surface And become colorless Bleach until you bleed Porcelain white, light They want you to become ghostly Figurines that clone their actions Speak with their diction Adapt their vernacular Black Ebonics is the devil Is the darkness Like the black and brown pigment Light and Lighter are Holy So strip they say Trade your tongue for theirs Assimilate For purity To live A life where your skin has value Where they will not shed your blood For proper living Where they will not lynch your bones In the backyards of the white hoods With white masks and holes for eyes In the streets where the blue suits slay For fear They do not see you Because you've become colorless For purity To live To speak with their diction Strip they say Take back the night Into the creases of your lungs Where they will never lynch your bones In the backyard Where you rid yourself of darkness Because in your blackness There is radiance in your flesh
crystal-worrell
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crystal-worrell
Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 10:18 PM UTC
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