Sitting in the corner
Imprint of a palm
Surfacing my skull.
Memory so sharp.
Feelings so dull.
No love shown
For beige skin tones.
Enemy of the race.
Mixed and out of place.
Guilt by confusion.
Layer upon layer
Of ambiguity.
Racial illusion.
Sore thumb.
Social contusion.
Alone.
Amongst my own.
Quorizzzzzzzma
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