anti-racist ramblings
2003-05-14 . 9:20 p.m.

I am a naive girl.

I wonder why things are as they are in the world.

I hear of their hate,

I, locked on their side of their invisible gate.

I want to understand, only comfort found when in Daddy's arms I curl.

I am only a naive girl.

I pretend I'm in a different skin.

I feel a relief from that stuffy pen.

I touch black skin I've imagined upon me;

I worry that white may see.

I cry black tears and fall down in black dirt that white kids play in too.

We are not so different.

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