Being on top
Falsely
But glissering
With the image
Of being blinged out
For now
Torn down
When
The time has come
For a look inside
The crook
Mind of what's my color
Brown
Black
Now known all the sudden as dark
Not a part of light
But honestly
Your seeing
What comes through your mind as
Misunderstood
Defined as
The actions once scared of
But
Raised by their
Sun being raised
By your Mami
Living in your room
For your teachings of
Light turned to darkness
Over the days you've lived
To stay alive
As taught to the darkness
Turning to the only light letting you live
Still.
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