You've changed
The color
Of your hair
In place of
A river of gold
Runs streams of
Ebony black
You've changed
The way you speak
The voice
That once melted
Even chocolate
Now is demanding
For silence
And justice
Change is good
Or so I've heard
They help us
Understand
Our true identities
And help us find
Who we really are
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