My Race

poet-colette

Imagine the way they looked at me

Like I was a color they had never seen

Judging me from the color of my skin

What do they even mean?

 

They were so much I could not even number

So intimidating I do not wish to remember 

I wish everything happened in my slumber

On a warm afternoon in September.

  • Author: Colette (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2022 06:21
  • Category: Unclassified
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