Equality 

Telling me I’m different based on the color of my skin 

The texture of my hair 

The breast on my chest 

A lecture on perfection 

Constantly told I’m nothing but the lesser 

And I need to be taught the lesson 

To be prim and proper and to tie my hair 

Holding my dreams back 

To suppress myself

For the comfort of my 

oppressor

Constantly told I’m nothing but the lesser 

That I am gold but not the original 

Forced to fit a mold That im nothing special

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