I am brown/Brown, dirt is brown/They think I am dirt, dust/
They clean me out from underneath their fingernails/Wrinkle their noses in disgust/
But no, I am brown/Brown, black soil, fertile/I am soil/I am your roots/Without me no trees/No oxygen for you to breathe... Read on
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Got my hands up while you got a bulletproof vest./From the way you were shooting, I'd think I'd had an X on my chest.
America the free, land of the brave./Built up and carried by the legions of slaves. Read on
The way rhythms and good vibes coincide through the bass in your headphones is all for you./
Guitar riffs and lyricists, sneakers and ballet slippers. How great — it’s all up to you. Read on
All I know is that last weekend I was pulled over/
For walking too fast down the sidewalk.
“Where you going, black Muslim girl?/Ain’t nothing here for you.” Read on
Lacquered acrylics fix beneath silk/Constricting around cranium/
Sustaining the days’ style, for the morning/I lay my head upon my pillow
Resting my eyes/And putting to sleep all of my worries that lay beneath my hair. Read on
White child, are you afraid of me? With skin black and teeth gleaming/I pray that you outgrow your fear of the dark/It is best for us both Read on
