To the white boys

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I’m not your exotic princess   My skin, shades of brown, narrates stories more ancient than time, and yet, it is reduced to the colour of your favorite coffee   Hair, dark as the night, they fly in pride; as I stride to conquer the world that you bent against me, but you’d rather have them dyed – light   A little too wide, pair of eyes, curious to absorb eternity, but careful to remain eluded, to give away┬ánothing that you can use as a gun to my head   You can carry the ammunition as right, yet you fear […]