Black History Month
Hair like the trees and skin like butter. Honey, golden, and bronzed...we are sister and brother. Our trade names differ, but our eyes remain the same. Step into my window of a soul that is bitter and in pain. Black on white or white on black..but it’s not really the same. There's color to this world and thus the world is not color blind. "I do not see color”, but yet you stare as I walk by. Head high with my shoulders back. Swift in every movement, never missing a beat. Children playing up and down the streets. Machines that shoot copper and steel but can't shake the system. What is this new tune? You've must’ve broken our rhythm. Taken from the rich golden grounds to deep across the blue. Chained and whipped if only these children knew. There is no honor and there is no pride, because all you see is black and white. So far away from way home that we had to disconnect. We look at each other with no remorse nor respect. Hair like the trees and skin like butter. Honey, golden, and BLACK. We are sister and brother.
-ShaleyNicole
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