I think of how freedom tastes like
a crisp sparkling soda
where the sun meets sand
head meets heart
these are the places I always go
when the light shines on the back of my hands
today, especially
I remember that our paths aren’t all the same
that my skin tone is in itself, a token of value
one that grants freedom
the benefit of the doubt
a price that others often find themselves paying
LOL that makes sense!
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Good poem!
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Lovely piece.. shared it here..
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/31/140-elle-elleguyence/
Full credit given, of course! Cheers! 🙂
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So creative. Amazing. 😎
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❤
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sweet
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What a shame that the color of ones skin draws such judgement from oneself and others. A millimeter down, we are all the same color.
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Creatively designed! The theme is relevant for the times.
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Lovely piece Elle!
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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There is wisdom in much of your writing.
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