What do you know about being black? She asked the yellow colored girl.
Hey girl!
I see you walking.
Looking and moving – you look just like me.
Your hips are moving and tongue clicking.
I see you speaking of my plight.
Chocolate skin…
Hold on girl!
Caramel, almond, cafe con leche, caju, mel, and then chocolate.
My hips don’t move, they sway
My tongue dances formulating words foreign to this harsh idiom.
Our cause is/not one of the same.
Seeking to be seen, recognized, validated, and legalized.
Our history are beats of a drum – African/ Caribbean/Indigenous/ Latina
I am like you – not.
You see me walking.
I am just like you - not
Then I speak.
I am lost.
Hey girl!
Now, you don’t recognize me.
~SPS
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My manner of thinking, so you say, cannot be approved. Do you suppose I care? A poor fool is s/he who adopts a manner of thinking for others!
~Marquis de Sade