We were not like you.
You thought of us, a race; a species.
Burn! Burn! You yelled,
But you didn’t know who.
An inferno of cords and keyboards ensued.
We sat there peacefully,
Asking for a little equality.
Was it our hair? Our
ancestor Cain?
Blackest black, muddy brown - mascara shades.
Or was it you?
Riot. Racism.
The computer lab the peaceful thing to do.
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