Cruel, hatred, unloved humans,
Criticised because of pigment,
Echoed shrills of suicide,
Normal people tkaing their lives,
Why can't anyone see,
It's the person inside,
I'll scream it aloud,
It's the person deep down,
Not the colour of their skin,
It's just colour Goddamn it,
Why does it matter to you?
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