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I have never felt so scared to exist

Not just in this place

But in this body

Brown body shaking

Brown body breaking

Brown body, don’t give up now

My brown skin is a battle ground

Trampled on by the mass media stampede

My hue starts to darken in your mind

I cry, I say it's demonization

You say it’s just the dirt from their shoes

My last name held captive in your mouth

It tries to escape

But comes out butchered

Pushed past the point of recognition

The mangled noise coming out of your mouth

It is no longer my own

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