I showed her under my skin
for syncopation’s sake.
such finesse
Again, making a shrine
Of the side lines
with her legs crossed high
She isn’t Glowing night-crawler white
she’s a darker
human shade
How strange to admire
Resiliency
As the hand
Of the oppressor
And though. I act like they’re
sharpening their blade
With Caucasian names
My trail paved with
My steps in mind
No serendipity
To an enamel design
If I stand upon a peak
does my height
imply
greatness?
we’ve crudely stapled
our misplaced ends
and with closed eye comparisons
we claim
a superior being
Beautifully put!
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