# afraid of Black skin

Fear in the unknown 
Left alone
Shadows and figures
Whom in a dream
Or a reality 
That is a nightmare 
Soul and the bare
Thinking of a time
When you were left
To read, write and be
Aware
The language was raw
Yet it told you
Where you
Could go
Though
Where you
Are
Has been a house
Of hatred 

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