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A-	You measured me by my appearance and preconceived perceptions wondering if I fit the mold of black stereotypes;
B-	Your gaze holds a gesture of tired impatience and wonder of if I self-hate because my color of skin don’t fit the American way of life or the prototype of what you think im worth because I am a different shade when I stand next to you in the light so I couldn’t possibly suffice how am I a blueprint that came with my own set of trademarks and copyrights;
C-	We broke chains of submission and no longer are we bound with shackles by our feet the hold now resonates in minds; 
D-	Screams from ancestors that were heard across plantations as they got whipped from behind as the hunger for us to bow down before you fed appetites; now you ask why we got our hands up in name of black lives 
A-	You measure me by my appearance and preconceived perceptions wondering if I fit the mold of black stereotypes;
B-	Your gaze hold a gesture of tired impatience and wonder of if I come from a broken home and if my mother’s a single parent struggling to survive and if the government pays for my home in which she tried provide, if the men in my family were part of murders and homicides;
C-	Segregated for years because the pigment of our skin showed the difference in which we hoped many would accept; as buses filled and we set in the back further proving that we probably shouldn’t expect to be respected unless we lowered ourselves for your acceptance;
D-	As I look at you staring back at me you wonder if I would slight you push you to fear and make you grab your gun in safety because that’s what unties you with others like you I shouldn’t possibly cause a plight it’s what ignites you; all in which coincides from a stereotype
 
Written by Lesha Trachelle

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