You judge me before I enter a room.

You see my brown skin.

You see my curly kinks.

You see my tall stature.

You see me with four kids.

And no dad.

You see me with only a two year degree.

You look down upon me.

Because you climbed the ladder.

A little higher.

If you could see into my world.

But you are biased.

Your vision distorted by bricks.

You built.

 

 

 

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