Amyrah Richard Poems

Mixed kid, you think the hunt of black bodies does not apply to you?
You who have mastered a lost art of survival hiding in plain sight
Even if the white bodies at our dinner table breathe ease
Even if the white boss who knows us as half kin loosens their tongue,
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To white parents with brown babies:
We know you are trying,
Raising children in your image is complicated when we turn out to be what your people have been destroying for centuries.
When your lineage is not recognized as your own.
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Girl, you are so pretty. What are you?
The quintessential question for any tan skinned girl with soft kinky curls and a frizz that doesn't seem to quit
Because answering "human" simply isn't enough for them
People can't handle my racially ambiguous figure
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