May 13, 2010
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Being alone in a sea of white
Half blond, half black
But together
None, neither.

I am the same
They don’t agree
Only half is different
The half they see.

With each slur in my direction
I giggle as they do
My eyes mask it, but I heard it all
felt each too.

Each giggle is a plead
Forget my skin
Acceptance of all
Acceptance of me.

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