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Comments about Fionnuala O'Carolan
From my brown skin to my brown eyes.
From my curly hair to a girl filled with pride.
This is how identify.
But lately it has become something,
I've had to hide.
From my white mother to my black father.
To them I am just a daughter.
But to the world, I am no such thing.
People say you should only be one race,
But hey! Then where would I go?
I struggle to find my place,
In a world full of hate.
I can picture the face of Rodney King
As he lay in pain.
I can still remember the news of Trayvon Martin being killed.
It chills me to...