They say my hair is kinky,
and eyes black as the night.
They say my hands are scaly,
and the dryness pulls them tight.
They say my lips are teeming,
and my nose broader than my face.
They say my skin is ugly;
They deem me a disgrace.
Black child,
Black girl.
Black woman
They don't make mannequins of me,
Or parade my flaws on runways
on posters of cities.
Big brown piercing eyes,
staring into a cold, blue world,
Coffee streaming down dark cheeks
as they cheer,
NiggerNegroPretaNeger....
NiggerNegroPretaNeger...
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