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My olive skin provides me with ample
opportunities to exploit my white privilege.
Depending on the hue of the situation, I can
portray any socially accepted image.
As a kid, I would summon somber rain clouds
in ignorant attempts to wash away
my pigmentation. My uniqueness was
being falsely labeled as a natural violation.
As an adolescent, society introduced me to
pleasant antidepressants.
Teaching me lessons on how to suppress
my intuitive questions.
As an adult, I have accepted the opal dimensions
of my multi-colored reflection.
I am a proud person of color
and I refuse to be lessened.
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Kale Ross
Author | Poet | Dog Dad | Nerd
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Liked this very well. Powerful writing!