What makes my friend
so different?
Besides the fact that
he is black!
He has two arms, two legs,
and a head.
And a spine running
down his back.
His blood is red
and his teeth are white
just like yours
and mine.
Is it because, as children,
we were afraid of the dark?
So as adults, the
tradition lives on?
Cause all the hours of
sitting and thinking,
no other reason
comes to mind!
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