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#blackpride
Ain’t a hard, ***** brown shell (Not a veneer covering that I’m lost) Ain’t any edible white liquor inside me (My black roots stops me from being uprooted) Ain’t just colour for an outer layer (The proudness that comes with being a god) Ain’t no coconut, I’m being me (Without using your stupid stereotype to judge my blackness by)
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Feb 18, 2021
Feb 18, 2021 at 3:00 PM UTC
Coconut? No!
i was born in the middle of a question one of those that people theorize about one of those science tries to explain and religions preach over: 'why do you hate us so much?' see, my black skin was made in my mother's womb and that hate has been passed to me through generations through my father's blood and onto this skin of mine. it resides in my fingertips, my digitals contain ****** scars behind my teeth there are agonized screams and inside my womb are the children i had taken away from me. why is it that even though i can move my arms freely, - i can throw a punch if i lose myself - i can still feel the shackles around my wrists? why is it that my neck feels tight at the sight of every tall tree bench? why is it that you still hate us so much. even after all this time i can still see, trust me, even though you try to hide it i can still see it in your pale eyes and in every thin lipped smile in every unwelcome touch to my head in every single word you say to me, in every bullet you put in my chest in every filthy word that comes out of your mouth in every idea you try to spread in every step you take behind me at the store in every single right that  you deny me i can still feel the hate. and it is the god's honest truth that i will, whatever it takes, try to make sure that the black child that shall bloom from my ***** and that shall not be taken away from me will be able to live with the blessing that is its skin and without the burden that is your existence.
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:53 AM UTC
preta
i was born in the middle of a question one of those that people theorize about one of those science tries to explain and religions preach over: 'why do you hate us so much?' see, my black skin was made in my mother's womb and that hate has been passed to me through generations through my father's blood and onto this skin of mine. it resides in my fingertips, my digitals contain ****** scars behind my teeth there are agonized screams and inside my womb are the children i had taken away from me. why is it that even though i can move my arms freely, - i can throw a punch if i lose myself - i can still feel the shackles around my wrists? why is it that my neck feels tight at the sight of every tall tree bench? why is it that you still hate us so much. even after all this time i can still see, trust me, even though you try to hide it i can still see it in your pale eyes and in every thin lipped smile in every unwelcome touch to my head in every single word you say to me, in every bullet you put in my chest in every filthy word that comes out of your mouth in every idea you try to spread in every step you take behind me at the store in every single right that  you deny me i can still feel the hate. and it is the god's honest truth that i will, whatever it takes, try to make sure that the black child that shall bloom from my ***** and that shall not be taken away from me will be able to live with the blessing that is its skin and without the burden that is your existence.
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darkness consumes all the black night swallows our thoughts Vomits back our fears Shadows pollute minds Specters of the past revive They taunt tease and laugh We give in so quick Victims to our own morals destroyed by self doubt Quick to love others so fast to hate ones own self So slow to forgive The mirror whispers The wind curses so sweetly The blade kisses you It tenderly glides Slides against ebony skin Gaping rift remains Scarlet life erupts History of an empire Contained in those veins Osiris Horus Pharaohs Gods ,and rulers.Kings Contained in those veins Isis Hathor Bast Greats queens, protectors, healers Contained in those veins Garden of Eden Cradle of our mother Earth Contained in those veins Newton,King,X,Parks Men and women with Brave Hearts Contained in those veins Swift minds,Diamond tongues hip-hop jazz blues rock, our sound Contained in those veins Firm hands,and strong arms The power to hold the world Contained in those veins A deep rich opus there is his story and hers Contained in those veins Our blood stains the soil Why destroy the tapestry Contained in those veins
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Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 10:05 PM UTC
Veins