"Her blackness is fine, the blackness of her skin the blackness of her mind"
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Her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind
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Darker than blue darker than her blackness
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Unblemished her features broad and striking
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She cradles his body with her large hands
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Her fingers stretch endlessly into his world of pain
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Her caresses warm and penetrating she loves the black boy
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His existence predestined to be one of no remorse compassion
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Or the delusion of equality
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But the love he gives (a doxology for her)
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He praises and cares for what he can never be
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There's such purity in a love that is essential to the loving of one's self
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