HandicapA Poem by John Byrd
So much I want to tell you.
Handicapped to expression. I physically can not. They would call me Oreo. Black on the outside White on the inside. I thought we all looked the same inside. Organs? We just come in different shades With different personalities. There is no "black" personality. You have cultures Yes. Me being black does affect how I think But there is no uniform black thought. No uniform black action. Preconceived notions can go die. Can I just be myself? Don't handicap my expression.
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2 Reviews Added on September 25, 2014 Last Updated on September 25, 2014 AuthorJohn ByrdDetroit, MIAboutJunior at Michigan State University. Hip Hop and poetry are my two favorite things. Childish Gambino is my favorite artist. Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and Henry David Thoreau are my favorite .. more..Writing
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