From the start we were told never to mix colors with black and brown
We were told it would ruin our work,
And make it ugly
But what we didn't realize is it soon became a symbol of our skin
The world turned against us and we had to find ourselves from within
We've grown from segregation days but we're still not equal
The black and brown paint is still unmixed
Something that still hasn't been pertained or fixed
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Implicit Thoughts
PoetryA debut poem book. Filled with a vast series of topics from childhood to love.
