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    My existence,
    it’s too complex….
    I’ve got life in the past9.
    Life in the future
    what make this so peculiar?
    Is that I’m in between
    With my eyes open, not awake
    I still insist and persist to resist
    The fake admiration that exists
    I take a closer look at the unexpected truth
    Of a troubled man
    FAIR SKIN, BROWN SKIN
    ALL KIN
    Making a stretch on the mark to the promise land
    And I still don’t understand~ why
    I’m fighting my own dreams- not nightmares
    All the pain that the past has brought
    It’s not my ancestors’ fault
    That a mind gets wasted
    Having tasted----life and thoughts
    I motivate my cerebral cortex
    And deviate from what the world expects
    It’s 6pm and I still ain’t got a paycheck
    chasing hope, chasing dreams, chasing dope, completed the scheme
    Stealing my own identity
    As if there is no--- thing
    But the constant thinking shall bring
    Momentary sweetness-the sun still shines
    But it has no rays
    I’m cognizant of tomorrow
    Angry about yesterdays
    Tenaciously clinging to the optimism that overrides my soul
    I lose control
    Mind open to the idealism that I face
    Realism that I erase
    But willing to keep the stride steady pace
    With my pen I write
    With my mind I battle
    I fight
    Sometimes my eyes can’t see when they’re open yet gazing so deeply when closed
    I’m reminiscing on deferred ambitions and goals
    I am not willing to break the stride steady pace
    If we keep pressing toward this mark we’ll win this RACE
    Fair skin
    Brown skin, light skin, dark skin
    When the outside is looked within
    Fair skin, brown skin, light skin, dark skin,
    Your skin my skin
    ALL kin
    Copyright 2009~ Tracie Harris

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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