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My color is Copper
So I'm not black , no , more like copper brown same color as where you plant seeds in the ground , no I'm not dirt, I'm earth , indigenous from birth my life worth is much more than the feeling of hurt, see the pain of be called black is just that, darkness in they mind, evil perceptions make them act, against our color , brown sugar to butter, no justice worldwide for millions of melanated sisters and brothers. Be proud of the skin you in, let your beauty be grand, all skin is the same when you in need of hand. Be proud of the skin you in, let your beauty be grand, all skin is the same when you in need of hand.
By Derrick Anthony Strong3 years ago in Poets