Apple, Twist, Candy Cane: Part one
White, Red, Yellow, Black. Not fish, But people. Or rather, Their skin. A simple shade that has both nothing and yet everything to do with who they are. With who I am.
Thoughts Of A Biracial Child Of Divorce
You can’t say “it’s not about race”
When my white family is justifying
His claims
But my brown family
Is afraid and devastated
That who we voted for
Did not win