HOW I WAS BORN
I was born
nameless
I think we all are
nameless
even for a brief second
until someone dares to utter our title aloud
and just like that
we are
I was born
rich with melanin
crying from between my mother’s legs
birthed into a world
unfamiliar with my face
I was born
and since that day
I have been listening for my name
and searching for my face
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