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White PenšŸ¤, Black Paper šŸ–¤

I write, I read, I bleed
My words are the evidence
Of the deep wounds of this war
I write on a white paper
They want me to use a black paper
I use a black pen
They say a white pen fits me
Who loves to be written on?
To be bled on by the wounded...
They want to be the writers
On our black skins they prefer
....
©poetjoelle