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  • The sky above me is getting darker as the color of my skin.
    The longer I stay under this American sky,
    my heart gets darkened by the black ink they call race
    .My heart gets anxious when I turn on my computer,
    when I put the keys in ignition,
    when I walk outside,
    and when I raise my hand.
    I remember clearly the first time I felt black like I am feeling a rain drop on my dark skin.
    That was long ago now,
    memories of myself not waking,
    walking and talking while black have almost faded away.
    Jean Luc Dushime
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