Guilt

We are no better

You will shout

This is not my guilt

I will not be able to tell you  about how your eyes glazed over when you saw me

go back to your country

How will you know where I come from?

the blackness of my body will not allow you to do so

so confused

you will butcher a whole continent

and call me nothing

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