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"Can you hand me the skin colour?"
"Peach."
"It's skin colour."
"It isn't."
"It's the same as me."
"Are you the only person?"
"No."
"It's peach."
The little white children,
Dawing their Mommy and Daddy,
Say it's skin colour.
The colour that belongs to
The only people they have ever loved.
"Can you hand me the skin colour?"
The mother hands the child brown.
"I said skin colour."
"This IS your skin colour."
"This isn't their skin colour."
The little black children,
Drawing their Mommy and Daddy,
Don't say skin colour.
About the Creator
Justice Judge
She/ Her
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