we wear activism in are skin tone
some of us are more authentic to the eye then others
some of us have more heart
some of us are broken
but we are all in boxes
we paint our neighbors
black
and red
call it a process
call me an ally
call you the prospect
who are we fighting for
not for each other im sure
barely for ourselves
there is always an enemy
today shes ,sitting in the mirror with brown eyes
chuckling
how far have we gone backwards
that we colonize ourselves
its raining in california
but its warm here in the midwest
im wondering if i left a part of me where it should be sunny
a part of what i am fighting
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