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BLACKBIRD

A poem authenticating blacks

Whyte Queen
Fresh Darlings
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1 min readMay 6, 2017

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Black bird

I don’t wanna be called so anymore

I know I’m black but just call me a bird

I’ll fly with my broken wings

And I’ll not only sing into the deep of the night

I’m done with the pain and loneliness

The world will learn to hold me

Soon enough, you’ll see

And I’ll learn to love and care

and I’ll transcend beyond these thresholds

I’ll wear strength and wield courage

I’ll put on insane courage and

an embarrassing bravery

And then I’ll be known as a

BRAVE BIRD

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Whyte Queen
Fresh Darlings

" I grabbed the moon and hid it under my pillow."