Midnight Child
I pour out the magic elixir
The sip I take turns my hands white
My hair is straightened
No fuzzy top to tease me by
No hurtful names for ears to hear
No tears to shed on night-time pillow
Will life be sweeter now I am white?
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That is so poignant, Anita. x
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Thank you, Joy…
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What a sad poem. This pulls at the heartstrings.
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Thank you, Diana…
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