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Black is the colour of my little brother’s intellect, the gray streaks in my mother’s hair. Black is the color of my yellow cousin’s smile, the scards upon my neighbor’s wrinkled encounter…is a means of saying the truth that hurts having a laugh, a way of capping on (shutting up) a person. Finding even speaking bout folks’s mammas and t

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