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As I fill out the form it asks me Oh darlin' what's your racial identity? I look to the sky I think with all of my might Am I african american or am I caucasain white? My skin is fair
When I was growing up, I was told to always fight for what I believe in. Whether it's for the greater good or for sin. But when I entered school, I was told to think differently. To just be a good person and not to express myself publicly.
"You're pretty for a darkskin girl"
There’s Segregation with dark skin and light skin and everything in between I really don’t think this was Martin’s dream He wanted one nation, one people, one heart But instead we have our own blood tearing each other apart
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