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Death by jealousy
They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder
That our differences make it subjective
But when it comes to black beauty
We are the blueprint
And objectively you can't argue with architecture
Especially when we've seen the beauty of its structure
You can't say you hate our skin
Then paint your skin our colour
Whilst simultaneously discriminate
Against a race you try to eliminate
Just because our skin glimmers
Does not mean you get to become killers
Just because we have our crown on top of our head
Does not mean we are a threat
How about you stop being racist and try therapy instead
Because the hate you give
Does not mean you are superior
It means you are small and inferior
You have one life and you choose to hate
Let's get one thing straight
We will not be fooled by your bait
Because while we live by the rules of freedom
You are trapped in a museum of your own envy
Festering away whilst we live freely
You can continue your train of hate
But we will not participate
Find someone else to bully
Because we will not humour your jealousy
Which to you is such a pity
When your life revolves around our misery
In the end we are the winners
And our joy will be your killers
Copyright ©
Layla Riley-Hill
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