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my village

i’m tired of feeling

like my village left

me out in the rain

 

it didn’t take a village

to raise me it took

a village to break me

 

i try to imagine

when my village

decided i’d be the

 

one who would not

feel the deep cuts

of their words

 

today i puff my chest

at them and get fed

frowns because i forget

 

that it takes a village

i inhale clouds i convince

myself God touched

 

just to forget that it took

a village to make me feel

ashamed of the wealth i

 

carry in my melaskin

i catch eye rolls because i

now wear my skin and

 

grandmother’s

beauty marks proudly

and i never thought being

 

black was wrong until my

village felt the need to

point out that they were not.

 

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