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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