This is the first half of my poetry book that explores half of my identity, being black. This includes all of the good and bad, where I can really show the culture of Black America as I've learned and lived.
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This is a collection of bad poetry I've managed to compose through the slurs of ink we've come to know as letters we form into what we know as language. The '*'s indicate that this poem is a little on the sad/darker side.