For Slam What You Will
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One shot changes everything
One more shot of vodka takes a family away in a drunken crash
One shot from a gun could take an innocent life
One shot of medicine could save someone
I stare,
High up, towards the shining glittering sky,
Where I see glowing stars, posed as glimpses of promising hope
Millions of stars, Millions of opportunities,
I never know what choice to make,
Be it right, be it wrong.
I never know which road to take,
Be it right, be it left.
I never know what to do,
Be it this or be it that.
I never know who to trust,
Where could I get sympathy?
For my nationality?
For my Race?
My Hair color?
Eye Color?
My religion?
My Gender and Sex?
I am a White American with Blonde Hair, Blue Eyes.
I knew a girl that never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts,
she never wore shorts or short sleeved shirts.
I mean it’s something that no one really thinks twice about
or even once about her.