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13h
Once upon a time, I asked my mother;
Mama, why are the Black People
So different, and why are there
So many different shades of color
in our people

Mama replied; Boy, do you
know that Black Folks
are a Rainbow Race

Then a smile glowed
as bright as the morning sun
across my brown chocolate face
Written by
Jamal Upshaw
10
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