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Am I just, to your eyes, a color?

Feeling and thought not real?

Shining a light on my lack of,

Exposing your dark, the same.


I live a life with pride

And fortunately I've yet to run

And If you look into my eyes

They will speak, as I cannot.


Speak of ups and downs,

Of family and history,

Black power and black dignity,

Of humanity, simply.

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