you are black
not as midnight sky
more like
burnt spirits
of cotton fields, plantation
stripes course your veins
sometimes
as you listen
to footsteps race
in the dark
your eyes grow
too dim to guide days that
weigh on your skin
heavy as forgotten blood
buried deep beneath
bandannas, bling, baggy
jeans, thinking
if you blend in with
other 'niggas'
they
won't smell the
blackness
of your skin












LOL!
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