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Comments about Elliot Chance
Even white lunch trays,
I am like a dead fly in a bowl of milk,
A speck of dirt on white tile,
A single black person in a sea of white,
I am told to go hide in shadowy corners,
Because I will blend right in,
And sometimes I want to,
I just want it to stop,
I want to stop being treated like a slave,
Because that is all I am to them,
But there is no difference between you and me,
I am as strong as you,
I am as smart as you,
And I am certainly as much of a human being as you are, ...