
It takes every color to create black
But I am only seen as
Black
Not the composition of colors
That black actually is
They forget the red of our roots
The yellow of our youth
The blue when we are blue
The green as we grow
The orange that is our selves
The purples that make us passionate
My brown skin
Dark or light
Mark the stark boundary
Of Black and White
And yet
It takes every color to create black
But I am only seen
as
Black.


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