Race

We should be all the same,

why you ask?

Look at how the world became.

We fallen under a mask.

 

I am nothing but a label;

Chinese? Korean? Japanese?

Other countries are nothing but a fable.

Go look at a map please.

 

Just because of my skin,

everyone is automatically alike.

But when I say no, it just makes your pretty head spin,

do me a favour and take a hike.

 

I am who I am.

Who are you to tell me, I’m wrong.

God damn.

This is why, we can’t get along.

 

The world is expanding.

Go out, there’s so much to learn,

so let’s be more understanding.

This is something I yearn.

 

For those who are like me,

will agree.

One day, we will be free

from labels and all. Whoopee.

 

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