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My Dark Brown People

I AM A WOMAN PROUD AND STRONG MY HAIR IS BLACK AND LONG WHY DO SOME PEOPLE HAVE A PROBLEM WITH MY SKIN LIKE IT IS A BAD CURSE OR A HORRENDOUS SIN IT IS AN INSULT TO ME WHILE I AM LABELED TO BE THE ONLY THING BLACK IS MY HAIR AMONG OTHERS SO WHAT IS THE DEAL MY DARK BROWN SKINNED BROTHERS WHY DO YOU YELL PROUDLY GET CRUNK AND SCREAM LOUDLY STOP RISING IN ANGER, BUT END UP PUTTING YOURSELF IN DANGER WHILE OTHER ETHNICITIES SOMETIMES TREAT US LIKE STRANGERS SOME RACES DO NOT WANT TO ACKNOWLEDGE SOME DARK BROWN PEOPLE WORK HARD AND GO TO COLLEGE I DO NOT CONSIDER MYSELF BLACK AND THAT IS MY FACT BUT WE ARE CALLED THAT BECAUSE OF HOW WE ACT A POEM ABOUT VIEWS ON MY CULTURE OF HOW DARK BROWN PEOPLE AKA BLACK PEOPLE VIEW THEMSELVES AND OTHER ETHNIC GROUPS VIEW THEM.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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