Guiding White

I wonder where’s the worst place Black children can live?

Outside of white comfort.

Existing for me,

until Caucasian luxury no longer lets me breathe.

A bliss of paradise- loving out loud-

tumbles away quickly like the shake of a dice.

America never claimed me as her own,

for racism White women never want to atone.

A modern day lynching when their

Tears hotly fall,

a weapon to erase

not one Black life, their fear eradicates us all.

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