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home.

When we are together.

We are at home.

She was the foreigner.

I was the native.

Yet she was more at home than me.

We are very different.

Yet .

We seek the same goals.

Love and Family.

Yet

she seeks another .

Acceptance.

My country makes fun of her culture, her complexion ande her differences.

All the things i love about her.

My country has only experienced her culture through poisoned media.

Her country does the same in different ways.

Her country has allowed her people to be a victim of:

systematic racism

abuse

brutality

Young men in her culture are expected to jump high enough

if not be expected to run fast enough.

Young women like her are ualized

the roundness of her derriere

the size of her

Her country has pit one against another due to skin complexion

Yet

her country fad is tan, big lips, and a big

No not that tan that summer glo.

No not them nigga lips those Kylie lips.

No not that Black booty that Kim booty .

Yet 

her country cant accept her.

She has lived there her whole life.

Yet

they cant appreciate her.

The Kenyan drums heard in her coils of hair.

The Impacts of colonialism heard from the cries of her people.

The rich soil painted on the face and body of all of the people like her.

The constant need of culture her people were stripped of long ago.

All her country knows how to do is appropriate her.

Never to know where she came from.

There is a famous quote said that you can only progress to the future by knowing the past

But her people past was taken.

Yet.

She calls that place home.

The country that has taken so much from her people.

The country that gives her so little and is expected to " be satisfied" with " You're free" .

The country that has taken her brother by a gun,

her father by imprisonment,

and deems her mother loose.

Yet.

She calls this place home.

A country that sees the darker the poorer.

The darker the uglier.

Never to see the pearly white teeth that flash with a smile or a laugh.

Never to hear the sounds that are not screams of pain or cries of sorrow.

But.

When asked she says "home is wherever i have found love and family".

She looks down and sees her beautiful brown daughter with a mixture of our features

she say she has found home with me . __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

That is it my people. That was my first piece of writing please leave comments about things I can get help with in the future. Please excuse any of my grammatical mistakes. Thanks loves <3

And I'm Out * drops mic*