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Just behind these eyes
Unnoticeable glitters of pain
Will I cross paths with one of you
One of you, who will make assumptions
One of you, who will jump to conclusions
One of you, who will assure my destruction

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Don’t care if you’re a brotha
Don’t care if you’re a sista
Don’t care what color skin you come in
Don’t care which age group you fit in
Don’t call me that

Don’t call me that
Not in jest
Not in fun
Not in anger
Not in rage

That word left marks
On my grandpa’s back
That word still fills
Grandma’s eyes with hurt
Don’t call me that

Muriel Vieux
January 11th, 2023
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