,age 7,
A bus is full of little kids,
who are marveled at diversity outside the bus.
On a trip, it has stopped at a point I cannot clearly remember
where we see black, white and brown skin
a combination we hardly see here at home.
and we all pose for a family of white
that takes a picture of us and laughs.
I hate that I have grown till now
to reflect on this day and wonder,
did they take a picture of little,cute,school kids
or a picture of little black people?
"black" as how they'd pronounce it.
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