august 14, 2020 at 10:30pm edt
"if you don't see color, you don't see me. you don't see my beauty, my anguish, my pain. you don't see my image, don't acknowledge the blood in my veins hidden under my skin. you don't see my culture or my hair, my legs or my pride that originated from my ancestors, don't see that our lives were never fair."
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Mind {Prose Vol. 2}✔
Poetry❝In my mind, there is pain. I am exhausted. I feel defeat from my hair tips to my feet- my body feels the stress weighing down on my shoulders. I try and try every day, but nothing seems to go my way. In my mind, there is pain, yet I try because one...
