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Once I was a small black girl
Bound to eat from the fruits
Of a scared black mother
Once I was a scared black girl
Bound to be inferior
To another race
Once I was a victim
Bound to be misused
And abused
Once I was nothing
But another faceless brown body
One that was bound to fit all the stereotypes
But yet all at once
When dialogue got loud
I developed the confidence
To say that
"I am Black
And I am proud"
No cap.
About the Creator
Angel Blade
It's almost like everything I write is a cry for help...


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