Individuals

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Black people are not of one body

Not of one Soul, not of one mind

We are individuals with individual thought

So don't look at me with that expectant stare

Expecting to unlock the intricacies of the black mind

I was born a person, not a fucking key

Don't look at me as the spokesperson for my race

I am not; I speak for myself and nobody else 

Don't strip me of my autonomy, my uniqueness

And replace it with labels used to mar us all

Why can you hide behind shields of mental illness

When I have to be perfect at all times

Lest the whole race be branded

Black people are not of one body

Not of one soul, not of one mind

We are individuals.


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