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Ink and Blood

Avin sanap
I walk in, and the air shifts — not loud, but enough to feel. It’s in the way eyes settle, then move. Like I don’t belong, but I’m here anyway, messing with the balance. You call it paranoia. I call it pattern. Seen it in shops, schools, train seats. Polite racism — served cold, smiling. They say, “No, not you — you’re different.” But I’m not. I’m just quiet enough not to scare you. Educated enough not to threaten you. Still Black enough to make you lock the door without thinking. I’ve learnt to watch tone, hold hands loose, smile just enough. Because safety ain’t promised — just performed. This isn’t a cry. It’s a note. You write laws in ink. We read them in blood.

[Verse 1] I walk in, air grows cold, Eyes shift, a story told. Don't belong, yet I'm here, Disturbing peace, fueled by fear. [Chorus] Paranoia, you may say, But patterns haunt me every day. Polite smiles, a chilling grace, Racism served in every place. [Verse 2] "You're different," they softly plead, But in my skin, a different creed. Quiet enough, no alarm bells ring, Educated, no power I bring. Still Black enough, the door clicks shut, A silent judgment, deeply cut. [Chorus] Paranoia, you may say, But patterns haunt me every day. Polite smiles, a chilling grace, Racism served in every place. [Bridge] Tone I watch, hands held with care, A practiced smile, beyond compare. Safety's a stage, a role I play, To navigate this world each day. [Chorus] Paranoia, you may say, But patterns haunt me every day. Polite smiles, a chilling grace, Racism served in every place. [Outro] This ain't a cry, a simple note, Laws in ink, we read in blood, remote. [End]

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