WE WERE BLACK AS THE ASHES OF THE SUN STOOD UPON US. WE FELT IT, WE FELT IT IN OUR BONES WHEN THE PAIN OF BEING INFERIOR FESTERED ON OUR SKIN. WE LOST OURSELVES IN THE CONFUSION OF CONFLICTS OF SLAVERY. I WAS BLACK WHEN THE OCEAN STOOD ALOFT AND UNDERSTOOD MY TEARS. I AM STILL BLACK EVEN IN THE DUSK OF THE OCEAN AND PAIN OF BEING ABANDONED INSIDE THE LAND OF NO JOY.
TAPIWANAISHE PAMACHECHE
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