Like a Birthmark
You are no longer black,
But I am white.
Your lips are no longer thick,
But mine are thin.
Your language is no longer foreign.
Yet I am.
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What was mine has become Yours.
There is no longer a distinction.
Just as my skin no longer acts as a distinction between You and Me.
I wear You in the lining of my skin,
Like a birth mark.
Copyright © Jessica Goldstone | Year Posted 2013
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