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Called The Same

Called The Same
By Te’Kia Miller

Not even one in the color
Of my skin, still
I call my brother, my sister, friend
They called me the same
To have risked life and limb
Was not a burden considered by you
While human life was lost in atrocities
Hidden in the darkest corners of imagination
A venomous horror that crept in
And grew to wildfire proportions
Even those considered your own crucified you
Battering, attacking, killing you
Gripped by the barbaric hands and suddenly
We are less different than perceived
My brother, my sister, friend, supporter,
Unsung sympathizer

Original. 2017.

 

 

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Beauty Unleashed (As I Wear My Hair)

Beauty Unleashed (As I Wear My Hair)
By Te’Kia Miller

Not enough to get it
From those outside looking in
But added
Are those in my own clan
Who believe it a sin
To live comfortably in
The color of my skin
Condemning
That I let my hair
Run free in its glorious mane
Possessing the roar
Of a legion of ancient lions
Waves of spunky curls or
Rivers of ringlets and kinks of obsidian stone
To them I say ‘behold freedom’
I am not conformed to the image
Of another man’s beauty
I am its beholder and truthfully
I am beauty unleashed

Original. 2017.