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I can only infer you speak of my skin this beautiful brown this lovely melanin? Yes. Father’s no more, now long gone, but before he departed he worked himself to the bone straying not a day from home. As for my colour you must be blind the contorted black darkness you perceive has never been mine. Why is this hue such an affront to you? policemen, judge, jury school-teachers too? Now it is said we’re real-good actors; for we play many a part, but you pay no mind to such sentiment nor proverbial heart-to-heart. No sah! Mistake not my composure for failed advance, blink once *& I’ll lick you down given half the chance!* But then you, your ilk and your briers sown would just rise again with sated verbal abuse & agenda obtuse. Lawd O’ Mercy I want off this deadly semantic merry-go-round. Go home!! N * * * * r!!! Seething; they scream! ...there goes another coloured criminal KILLED for being created a shade of Eden's dust of the ground. Divine-rich-bloodied melanite brown. So, when you insult me I can only infer, you speak of my skin; this beautiful brown, this lovely melanin.
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May 27, 2018
May 27, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
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