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my black was burnt  

charcoaled colored and golden.

My black was beaten, sun kissed  

And touched by rough hands.  

[the ones with teardrops on the fingertips]

My black was gay 

Flamboyant yet masculine  

And too intimidating to be loved.  

 My black was poisonous 

addictive and tasty.

 My black was never skin 

to be worn  

so don't take my black away from me... 

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3:30 am

my thighs                       (strangely enough                              
will do more                   i stopped thinking about you          

      than quiver                     around this time                               

at the bite                      as if i never loved you                      
of your kisses...              as if you never existed )