Beautiful brown child,
With eyes like cedar
Bark for knuckles,
Branches for fingers reaching for the sky
Palms like rosehips,
Lungs meant to howl and house,
Feet ringed and callous
Trunks balancing the stem of your roots
The way the light dances off your skin
i wish they could see you
The way i see you
A treasure, a morning glory
With trumpets for petals bellowing joy
Fragrant, in all of your hues
Not as a hashtag, a headline
The seventh circle of an inferno
Flames lash and burn stronger,
When white rights wrongs
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