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You're face reminds me of my Grandmother's,
But pain resides behind your eyes.
Growing up she would stare at me
With green eyes that filled red with hate.
"We found you in the trash"
She used to say.
"That's why you are so brown"
Birthing this illusion that saviors
Only come in light skin tones.
Maybe that was your reason,
Freeing me of the burden of being black.
However, my burden comes in blue.
So whatever your reason
Tell it to the next bullet that escapes your chamber.
Shots fired at the corner of Ash and Frost.