Sinful skin

This sin is written on the tablet of my mind,

My skin has given birth to it

Damned from before my body existed, I'm living in a reality defined.

Defined by many with empty hatred, and tired traditions of historical racist.

I am a soul born from fire, threaded by the internal heat of my ancestry.

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