Maybe I’m The Problem
For an hour and a half the tears build
It’s me I’m the problem
I lose control, making a scene in front of everyone
But everyone is only you, just you and me
WRITTEN IN A RAINBOW NOTEBOOK
“Once you’ve shown someone technicolor, there’s no turning on the black and white.”
Thoughts Of A Biracial Child Of Divorce
You can’t say “it’s not about race”
When my white family is justifying
His claims
But my brown family
Is afraid and devastated
That who we voted for
Did not win