car lights on city street
I see your skin,
Beautiful and black,
As we pass on the night street.
But you can’t see me.
Your black, dead eyes see
Nothing but resignation
For the system you can’t fight.
Tonight, you prepared for fate
By polishing your skin
And deadening your soul.
Can one escape the pain
Of one’s own daily bread?

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