I am black and debonair and sometimes I hide my feelings
In the castle of my black skin.Behind the castle of my black skin I hide.
The castle of my black skin shades me sometimes from the pain and cacophony of the outside world, its grief and worries and all the baggage of negativity.
So behind the castle of my black skin, I live
And breathe and possess an appreciation of whom I am.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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