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.
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Author:
Colette (Pseudonym) (
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