BLACK BABY, WHITE BABY, THEY CRY…… Do you know who I am when I cry? Can you tell the color of my skin by the sound of my tears? Does my past tumble forward into my present formation. Now you see me and are afraid to hold me for you do not understand my tears. I scare you with my ancient scars; but I am a baby, a black baby crying. Feed me, pick me up, change and comfort me….

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