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The Plight of Being Me

I'm mixed, biracial, an oreo, a mutt. I get called a lot of thing but in the end I'd like to be called human. That's all I am anyway.

I don't fit in.
Not with the whites.
Not with the blacks.
Not with anything else.

I don't fit in because I'm different,  because I am two halves that have somehow made a whole. 
But I don't feel whole. 

I'm mixed, biracial, an oreo, a mutt. I get called a lot of thing but in the end I'd like to be called human. That's all I am anyway.

I have nappy, curly hair. No one can tame it. No one wants to.
I never count as a whole person- not to anyone, anyway.
I have to choose "other" when stating my race on a form because I will not pick one half, I will not conform.

White people don't want me because I am black.
And black people don't want me because I am white.

Blacks act like my great grandparents didn't get whipped across the back. 
Whites act like I belong on the other side, as if about my race I lied.

I struggle with self identity, no place to put myself amongst society. 
I stick out, a much different variety.

I can not exist- some say- because mixing races is against their religion.
What am I within, if I am a living, breathing, sin?

Life isn't always black or white, sometimes it's both, sometimes it's me.

So now,
do you see,
 the plight of being me?

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A Smile Is Worth a Thousand Words

A smile is worth ten words, enough to write a sentence. 
A smile is worth a hundred words, enough to write a paragraph.
A smile is worth a
Thousand words, enough to write a story. 
A smile is worth a
million words, enough to write a novel. 
A smile is worth a infinite amount of words, enough to rewrite history.

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The Moon Also Rises

As night falls, so do facades. 
Heroes turn into villains. 
Smiles turn into frowns. 
The beautiful turn into beasts...

The stars will come out and show what was once hidden in the dark. 
The evergreens will finally shed old bark. 
Monsters will crawl from their caves. 
Dead will rise from their graves. 

As the sun, stars, and man, the moon also rises.

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Black

I want a rose.
Not just any one that grows.
I want a black one
Darker than the night sky on an Alabama night.
I want it darker than the bruises on my skin after a fight.
Darker than the color of my irises.
Darker than the bottom of the ocean.
Darker than a cave, darker than the souls I can't save.
Darker than the printed words I write.

I want a rose,
Darker than the light.

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Skin

Skin
Wrinkles, creases, scars. 
Stretch marks, red spots, bruises. 
Skin.
Bumps, scabs, cuts. 
Thick, thin, soft. 
Skin
Rough, dead, raw. 
Broken, scraped, taught.
Skin is the same in every color.

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Trapped

She was trapped inside a box. 
No holes to see. 
No air to breath. 
No room to move. 
No breath to speak. 

She was all alone in that tiny box, just her, and the world. 
She sat there for so long that her heart turned to coal. 

Her body grew numb, yet she still felt. 
Too exhausted to move, too sad to cry, too defeated to fight. 
She was trapped.

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Strength

Is when you forget. 
Is when you lose. 
Is when you fail. 
Is when you struggle.
Is when you hurt. 
Is when you cry. 
Is when you love.
Is when your tired.

Is when you do not give up.