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Tanisha Grace Feb 2015
I remember when my mother told me I was very well spoken
She said "keep it up and you'll be a white mans token"
Everyday at school people told me I spoke white
Since when does speaking right mean speaking white?
They told me I wasn't average
The blacks said I acted lavish
But they don't understand....
My ancestors didn't learn to read for me not to speak
My ancestors took a stand so we could take a seat
But, no one had to take a stand
They just felt it was there duty
Once again, I am PROPER not SNOOTY
So Stop stereotyping African American beauty
Tanisha Grace Feb 2015
Now that I've awaken
I realize the steps that I've taken
I feel as if I'm forsaken
My faith has been shaken
Maybe I'm mistaken
My mind is now vacant
I need someone to partaken
My heart isn't meant for breakin'
My feelings have overtaken
Now I know this is a nightmare from which I was never awaken.
*Random*
Tanisha Grace Oct 2014
I think as I feel
I hope my wound will heel

Love is but a disease
Until one is deceased

If you feel my pain
Let it be rinsed by the rain

When you see the dove
do not fight the love

Fall into my arms
Where love is always warm
This is a poem about my life experiences and pain.

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