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Racism (Free verse) by Dovina

When a tiger's ripped your arm off and six have opened your belly head and heart all wounds now old and scarred then anything looking like a tiger makes you wary to say the least I am not a tiger as you suspect but only look that way an appearance I cannot change and you could know it too if you'd let me have some time But you cannot allow the risk and I will not pursue So warily we eye each other til someone makes a move

Stephen Robins 15-Aug-06/4:22 AM
I would turn my lips inside out like children do to imitate big negroes to see how much of my face I could hide.




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