Holding up my bare hands
I didn't realize
that I was a threat
Based solely on
My skin color
-Face a bullet
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Color Me
PoetryAn exert of poetry written by myself about the world we face everyday based on our skin color and the love we fear
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Holding up my bare hands
I didn't realize
that I was a threat
Based solely on
My skin color
-Face a bullet
