If You Told Me Things

If You Told Me Things prose poem

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If you told me things
I wouldn’t cry.
If you told me things,
It’s not like we have to say goodbye.

If you think your trying to protect me…
Then stop right there.
Because i have nothing to fear-

Not the I’m the black sheep
Of my family tree, or that people
At school just tend not to like me.
This light brown skin the you see?

Isn’t what people envy.
This hair that you all see-
Doesn’t begin to describe me.

So if I told these things
Would you cry?
If I told you these things now-
Would you say goodbye?

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