We were asked in Poetry class to write a poem based on colorful objects we found around the city. Any color, but they all had to be the same color.
I picked green, wrote about green stuff I saw, and decided I thought it was witty and worth reading to the class
I turned bright red at merely reciting the poem outloud. I realized how pretentious it sounded, and I laughed off my embarrassment by telling my friends in secret that I didn't take the poem seriously, it was supposed to be a joke.
Still....it sucks that's I'm not black. They don't turn red, unless they're light skinned.
Why aren't there more black poets for that reason?
I hate everyone
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