Upon reflection, I wish I had
known more about
the color I wear.
About the skin I'm in.
About the roots of
resilience and history
and power wrapped
into the fibers of my
blackness.
So that younger me
would not so readily
accept the labels
placed upon her.
- but i have grown, and i have learned, and to learn of one's roots is a beautiful thing
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Poetry(poetry and short story collection) "please come home" / my body and soul long to shatter the dissonance and become , one.
