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Blue Cuticles
I remember a lot because I dug through the crap to find the memories hidden beneath
I see things others don’t see because I’m a tree
I hears voices in my head before I fall asleep
teasing me
I crumble and weep inside floods triggered
from childhood in third grade being called a Nigger
Did they see black circles under my eyes and blue moons under my cuticles?
A sign your blood line came from Africa
where children ran naked and mothers' breasts flopped
Barefooted scavengers wearing black hair, cropped
Mine was curly too
So I straightened it, reversing the waves
that came with triggers, then flooding
from the time when I was a child
when someone engraved upon my soul, lies
with judgement from skeptical eyes
upon my skin, and on the blue moons
under my cuticles, within
Linda del Negro
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