“That sign said FOR COLORED”
Well ,What color?
What color did they mean?
You see, My hair is red but my dress is green,
Hmm,
Colored it said
Oh ,I know!
Like this pink pen which I hold in my hand as I question this vague yet undermining declaration.
Or is it a question,
Just missing the mark?
Maybe they’d hoped amongst the colored would be none as smart?
I’m pretty sure my boots are brown,
Like the skin I’m in,
That gleams when the sun beams down.
Who wrote this?
I demand to know!
So I call up my brother Willie and ask him if he’d seen any colored folks.
His skin is pale and unlike me he doesn’t have a wide nose
But am I colored or is he
We both must know.
It’s funny ,
I conclude in a small side note.
Whoever wrote this ,
I take them for a joke.
Signs like these could cause anybody
With a heart to plea, grab a group, more signs, then go out and march, then decree
Hear ye, hear ye
Give the mic to me!
Bad enough we judge one another without the colored themes.
One small fact should set the record straight,
Mine is the same color that flows through EVERYONE’S VEINS!!!
-Avi Queen(Brandi D. Watts)
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That’s Avi Queen
I AM AVI QUEEN
“Enlightening the world with my pen”
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Empowering Kings and Queens with my testimony and experiences...
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Not only a writer but also a songstress with rhythm and flow
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