I am no poet
I just sit & jot
I am no poet
I just like to report
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The root of my demise, lies within the racial lines
Why should my accent,
Affect how easily I'm accepted?
We pretend to be equal,
...
My eyes become small
& my mind start to wonder
This feeling inside
That unwillingly i ponder.
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Is it the love or just the lover
Is it forever or just this once,
Then it's over?
Or maybe, just it will be over...
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