Brown Poetry

Brown poetry.

How I craved you in my soul. 

To hear your words bleed in a poem. 

But I never read you. 

I told myself I was nobody too. I took the road not taken. 

But I never read you. 

Poetry and protest I didn’t even know you spoke.

Brown poetry, I am you.

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