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DECOMPRESSING IN MY BLACK SKIN..

December 6th 2020

Brown boy,

Brown man. 

Brown soil,

Brown roots.


Escaping far away,

Far away from your troubles.

From high up in the sky,

To landing in the sand. 


Record player and milk crate of vinyls,

Marinating in the sound of vibrations. 

The purity of solitude,

Withholding the power practice of consciousness.

The strength,

The focus.


My brown skin,

My brown complexion.

What it’s like to be me,

That’s the complexity within your understanding.


There’s still enough space for the world,

And what’s left. 


Brown boy is the brown man,

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