Midnight,
Darkness,
Shadow,
Nightfall,
Black Crayon was the worst
My skin was dark
I felt cursed
To be the darkest in the room
My childhood days were filled with gloom
I didn't realize
The names were a figment to my eyes
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Author:
jazzwa30 (
Offline) - Published: February 3rd, 2023 13:58
- Comment from author about the poem: Based off of my book \\\"Black Crayon\\\" available on amazon and smashwords this speaks about colorism and how one can overcome it .
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